Through and Through

The profile is how I know she's Sam's:

The posture is how I know she's mine:

 

In other news, Edith and I both had our two-week check-ups and passed with flying colors. She's gaining back some weight, and I'm now able to cough, sneeze, walk, drive, and laugh without holding my belly, all of which I could not do right after my surgery.

And because I know you're here to see Edie, here's another video of her not doing much of anything except wiggling around. Around 0:38 she realizes she's being filmed and comes over all awkward. So much for a slice of life.

Bath time

Now that we've had Edith for two weeks (today! happy two weeks, baby), we figured it was time to actually give her a bath. Tamsen had already taken a plastic bathtub and added claw feet to it because of course she had, so we made sure it was watertight, filled it up, and put our baby in it.

We thought about taking pictures or a video, but it quickly became apparent that that wouldn't have been such a good idea. Edith really, really didn't like being in the bathtub. She screamed and thrashed and got pretty close to sticking her face underwater. I did my best to hold her head up while Tamsen gently scrubbed her skin and washed her hair. We only subjected Edith to a few minutes before plucking her out and wrapping her in a towel. Once she was safely out of the tub and back in my arms, she gave me a sad, mournful look out of the corner of her eye, as if to say, "Don't put me back in there, Dad."

So I guess we're terrible parents? Either we need to find a better way to clean our baby or resign ourselves to having a stinky little person around the house.

Moving pictures

It's fun to see Edith in pictures, but I think it's even more fun to see her squirming around, even if she's not doing anything particularly interesting. Maybe you'll agree? And if not, maybe you'll let me know via poorly spelled and worded inflammatory comments?