Can I Get Room Service?

This is me at the Hilton, my first hotel stay. Nice thread count!

Mom wouldn't let me have the jelly beans from the mini bar though. Oh well.

School Days

Some of you know that Mom has gone back to the office a few days a week. Where am I? Well, this is where I am...


This is me in front of the play area with Dad.

This is me with one of the four really nice ladies who take care of me...

And this is me with Mom in front of my very own crib where I take naps...

So, don't worry! I miss Mommy but I am ok!

Picture Picture

Have you ever played that game where you look at two pictures and you try and tell what's been changed from one picture to another? For example, maybe the man's shirt has three buttons in one picture and four in the other? Or maybe the tree branch in the window is longer? Yeah? Ok. How about we play that game now! Ready...set...go!!!

Chloe, Reagan. Reagan, Chloe.

Dad, that's so interesting...ZZZZZ

DAD: ...and that's is how "points" are defined in the mortgage industry. Now, the difference between a home equity loan and an equity line of credit is...

A Bird in Hand...

...is worth two in the bush, I always say. Or whatever.

What I am really trying to say is that I am really good at grabbing stuff now!

New Blog Features

Hi everyone,

I just wanted to point out that Mom has added links (what? you think I know all that HTML stuff? I'm just a baby. Geeesh!) to my Picasa Video Album as well as links to my Picasa Photo Albums. We will try and change the Video Album cover that you see in the left column everytime there are new videos. Just click on the Album cover to go to the video albums. The Photo Album link is a sampling of my photos organized by month. If you don't use Picasa yourself, it's a great program to organize your photos and it's free!

Second, Mom has gotten three requests in the past week, so we have posted links to my new gift registries. This is not a plea for gifts, just so you know. In fact, I really don't need anything at all. Even though my Super Sweet Sixteen Week birthday is coming up and I am asking Mom to Swarovski crystal one of my bottles.

Finally, there is a link to the Upromise.com site, where you can join my network and help me save for college. It's free for you (corporations donate a portion of your everyday purchases into my 529). Email Mom if you want to know how to join.

Thanks all for this boring business...now back to my usual shannigans...

And the Addy goes to...

For this story, you need to know that mom works in advertising and dad works in mortgage finance. Enjoy.

MOM: Why do they put cartoons on the front of diapers? She never sees the Sesame Street characters and she doesn't even know who they are. Isn't it just a waste of time?

DAD: (Thinks for a minute.) They put them there as branding for the parents. That way when you go to the store to buy toys you think of Sesame Street.

MOM: ...

It's okay, Mom. You haven't been to work in awhile. I won't tell Ben.

Mommy, you shrunk my bear!

Hi, this is me with my bear today and back on January 27th. Mommy, my bear is shrinking!!

P.S. I had my 2 month checkup on Thursday. I now weigh 11 lbs, 11 oz and am 23 inches long, putting me above the 50 percentile now.

Move over, Fred.

Mom and Dad got a new sofa to make room for our growing family. It's still going to be a tight squeeze...

What? You don't see me?

Here I am. Yup.

Where is everyone? It's kinda lonely on this couch.

They're real, and they're FABULOUS!

My eyelashes, I mean. Grandma thought I didn't have any when I was born. I just want to assure everyone that I do and they are beautiful, if I do say so myself.

Here's Looking At You

Now who is that person in the mirror? She is SOOO cute!!



Oh! It's me!

Happy Feet, Part 2

So Dad was making fun of me for always doing this to my toes:



Then he looked down at his own feet and made a shocking discovery...

Tee hee.

Happy Feet

DAD: Why do you swaddle her with her feet sticking out?

MOM: I figured out, for some reason, that she sleeps better that way.

Mom then asked me to post this picture of Dad's feet that she took while he was sleeping...

So THAT'S what my elbows are for!

Happy Chinese New Year!

Happy year of the piggy everyone! This is the year 4705. Now where is my little red envelope of money, Mom?

Oh what a difference a day makes

Mom is so proud of the progress I have made this week during Tummy Time. Look and see how far I have come in my BEFORE and AFTER pictures! I also can scoot myself forward with my feet!

Happy One Month Birthday to ME!!

I am one month old today! Hurray for me!!

Happy Valentine's Day, Mom!

So, this is what happened. Mom went out to run some errands. She made it to the pet store, Target, and the grocery store in under 90 minutes. She is an errand machine.

She comes home and Dad says, "Reagan has a Valentine for you."

And then he shows Mom my toes.

Yup. Dad has painted my toenails. Dad says this is what happens when Mom leaves me alone with him.

My First Shower

I had my first "shower" under the kitchen faucet today. This is the 5th faucet Mom has made Dad change in this house. But this one was worth all the groaning and swearing under the sink, right Dad? Dad?

Mom! I'm full...for now.

This is me when I have had enough to eat.

Ahhh, yes, that feeling lasts about 1.75 to 2.67 hours. I think Mom wishes it would last longer.

Grandpa KC Visits!

Grandpa KC has come for a visit from frigid Detroit. In just 24 hours, he managed to feed me 4 times and explain to me the importance of classical music.

I might have accidentally slept through the latter.

Overheard

Dad: Can we pierce her ears yet?

Mom: (stony silence)

Mom: No.

Not average, just median?

I had my two week checkup today.

Weight: 8 lbs 2 oz = 50th percentile
Lenght: 29 1/4 in = 50th percentile
Head circumference: 14 1/18 in = 50th percentile

The nurse said I was perfectly proportioned. Then she asked Mom if she understood what "percentile" meant. Former-math-teacher-Mom refrained from giving her the look of death.

Oh, and my belly button thingy fell off today.

Uncle Fred!

Well, the venerable Uncle Fred has come down for a visit from New Haven. Thank god he did not read to me from his law journals.