Saturday, November 29, 2014

Wherein life is consumed by a ten pound human

Parents, how do you get anything done with a baby?  Since we had her, it seems like we've barely been able to take care of the essentials to maintain sanity (running, showering, eating & laundry).  One of us is usually running interference with the little one, giving the other spouse a few minutes to get something done.  Let's ignore the fact the house desperately needs cleaned & home improvement has come to all but a standstill.

Despite it all, we fall in love with her over and over and over again.  And each day she surprises us with new development - smiles, giggles, movement.
 Her hair is fabulous.
 Hands by the head/face for sleeping.  Always.
 "Please, no pictures right now."
 Her papa put her down in front of the mirror in our room & she was instantly fascinated.  Look closely & you can see Brewer's snout, checking things out.
 Coy smile.
 Our turkey was not amused.
 These are the moments when the plug comes in handy.

As I was looking through pictures, I realized we never posted these pictures from the fall, shortly after we moved into the house.  We have a dogwood shrub which we happily discovered attracts a large variety of birds.  We'd sit in our sun room, eating dinner & watching the birds fill up on the berries, preparing for winter.




More recently, we've had a series of strong windstorms.  We saw this girl taking advantage of the spilled sunflower seeds from the bird feeder after a strong wind blew through the area.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

One month

I had plans to post this on November 2, which would be Butterbean's one month birthday.  But babies have a way of taking your plans & throwing them out the window (or spitting up on them or pooping on them or sleeping through them or crying through them).  With as busy as she's kept me, I'm perfect happy posting this two days late.  Close enough.

Our girl is growing quickly & keeping us on our toes.  We love her so very much - what an amazing addition to the family.  Despite the fact sleep deprivation is possibly causing us to act like we're drunk.  It explains a lot.  Seriously.

The dogs (mostly) love her.  Brewer takes a special interest in her.  I know they feel neglected because we're not spending nearly enough time loving on them but it's amazing to watch them check on her.  When she starts crying, however, Guinness disappears.



Her chicken neck.  Gets me, every time.  So cute!

 We get this look, a lot.  The quizzical look.


Butterbean, you enrich our lives every day.  We miss sleeping in & the spontaneity of our pre-children days but we wouldn't change anything.  We love watching you grow & learn.  As you begin to find your voice, giggling & babbling & squeaking, we grin like fools & snuggle you closer.  We love all your hilarious faces


Except this face.  Ouch.

Happy Birthday beautiful baby girl.