Abby+Olly

Playing Dress Up

To my mother's dismay, I never liked dolls. My fondest encounter with a doll came when I was 8 or 9 and gave Malibu Barbie a mohawk dyed red with food coloring. And from the time I was old enough to pick my own clothes, I insisted upon long sleeves and pants. My only concession to being a girl was a collection of purses slung around my neck.

Yet, nearly 30 years later, I'm dressing my daughter with such enthusiasm that I (almost) look forward to a super messy poop because it means a new outfit. I study the weather report to determine long-sleeves or short, dress or pants, hat or no hat. Every store is ripe for picking, and I rarely leave one without something new for her to wear. I have a real life doll, and I have to say, she's bringing out the girl in me, too.

I promise to leave the food coloring at the grocery store. ;-)

30 years apart

Dad's Back at Work

Mark returned to the grind today after 2 weeks of baby nesting. It's hard to remember what our life was like before Abby showed up, but I think it had a lot to do with trains, schedules, deadlines and stress. He's going back there and I don't envy him. I wonder what that life will look like through Abby-colored glasses.

Abby and I slept a bit more (she ate) after dad kissed us good-bye. It's 10 a.m. and we're just getting started on our day - clean diaper for Abby, cup of coffee for mom. My dad's started to putter and my mom's still asleep (determined not to change her clock to east coast time, I think). The day will pass like many of the others we've spent since Abby's arrival...hours escaping between feedings and diaper changings. But one thing is different: we miss our daddy. :-)

New photo album: Car Seat

9 days old and posing in her car seat.

Abby's first movie

View the movie (~18.0 mb .MOV)

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