Saturday, September 29, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Holding Max

I asked Mel if she wanted to "hold" Max when we first brought him home and she refused. Out of the blue today she asked to hold him. She tried to pick him up herself. Ack! She is so sweet with him and shows no signs of jealousy (yet). She seems to willingly share me with him. When he cries she speaks for him..."Max wants mama milk." She without protest lets me leave her during our bedtime routine so I can nurse Max. Before she would whine when I'd leave to go to the bathroom.
Max weighed 9 lb 8 oz and was 21 and 3/4 inches long at his doc visit. I think they didn't stretch him out enough when they measured him at birth. You can't grow 2 3/4" in two weeks. He took another bath today and loved it this time. No crying spells so far this evening. Maybe a bath every night!
Monday, September 17, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Strike a Pose
Sunday, September 2, 2007
It's a boy!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
First Day of Preschool
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Sucker for a Sucker
Friday, August 10, 2007
Up Do

What I would give to be able to put Mel's hair up in a ponytail. She refuses any hair accessories. Here is a rare occasion where I was permitted to put her hair up. The woman who cuts her hair was able to make a little braid on her last visit. She made it look so easy. Mel didn't protest at all but the woman had given her a lollipop and could have probably administered Mel's next round of immunizations without a peep.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Hotlanta!!!

It is unbearably hot here. I can't stand to be outside in this heat. Mel and Tim don't seem to mind as much but they aren't 8 months pregnant. Here Mel is all sweaty and running around the bandstand at the town square. Tim is doing his Schroeder (from the Peanuts) imitation but without the piano. OK, I couldn't resist and added a piano.
Sagapaws
Friday, August 3, 2007
Not Your Hair
Mel has been making progress on the proper use of pronouns. She used to say things like "hold you" when she wanted to be picked up. When everyone keeps referring to her as "you" why wouldn't she refer to herself as "you" too? She has been gradually making progress but this morning she spit out a pretty complex sentence that took me off guard. She was playing with my hair and trying to put it on her own head. I displayed mock outrage to which she replied "No mama. Your hair is for my head not yours. It's mined!".
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