Two months

Edith turned the big 2-0 (er, 0-2) yesterday, so we took some pictures to measure her growth. By the time I remembered to take the pictures, though, she was sound asleep, nestled in her pillow and blanket, and I didn't have the heart to take her out.

Here, I'll show you what I mean.

See? You try picking up someone who is obviously so comfortable. Plus, she was watching Nashville with Tamsen, and I didn't want to disturb them.

Clearly very comfortable.

I hope one day to be as cozy as she was.

I tried to get the sock monkey in for a size comparison, but I'm not sure it's going to give us an accurate sense of how big she is. Plus, it looks like it's trying to attack her, or at the very least make a desperate plea for her attention. love meeeeeeeeeee

Here she is, two months in. Bigger than one month, maybe not. Fatter than one month, maybe a little. But more adorable? I think the pink stripey socks speak for themselves.

And for good measure, here's a shot of the distrustful look she usually has on her face. Edith Sinclair, ladies and gentlemen.

Baby snores

Edith sometimes lets out tiny snores when she sleeps. It is adorable, and I have incontrovertible video evidence.

(the video may not appear in some RSS feeds, so sorry, but you'll have to click through to see it, and come on, it's less than a minute and totally worth your time so just click through already seriously)

Edith says hello

Edith was pretty calm this morning, so I had her stand on my lap and recorded a short video of her. Enjoy it, but remember that she's rarely this calm and that this is a time to be cherished.

One month

Edith is one month old today! That's what I was saying ten days ago today. Here's a picture we took of her:

The sock monkey provides a reference point, since it doesn't grow. Is Edie getting bigger? Is she growing quickly? I really have no idea, since I see her every day. I do know that she's bigger than a sock monkey now, though. So there's that.

Here's a bonus picture, because of course we had to take this picture:

Bigger than a lobster, too!

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?