Daddy Daughter Dance

Still waiting for the paternity test results, but I think she might be mine. 

Cliff's Notes

Here's a recap of all the things we've been doing instead of updating this blog. 

6 Months

This little jet setter is the ripe old age of 6 months. Happy half year, little one. Here's to many, many more. 

5 Months

Georgia has spent much of this past month snowed in with Grandma Chrissy while her daddy shovels and her mom adjusts to being back at work. Despite being confined in an arctic tundra, she managed to learn to roll over from her back to her tummy, started drinking from a bottle like a normal baby, and discovered the wonder that is the avocado. 

4 Months

Little Miss Pink Lightning has had a monumental month. She went a whole 4 hours without her mommy; learned to drink from a sippy cup, for which her mother is very grateful; found her toes; took her first trip to California; was visited by Santa and other dignitaries, such as grandparents, cousins, and a Real Auntie Donna; and touched the ocean for the very first time. 

3 Months

Georgia now has fuzzy duckling hair, can roll from her tummy to her back, can push her binkie back into her mouth, babbles, and laughs (much to her parents' delight).

Thanksgiving

Missed opportunity: foolish Thanksgiving outfits for babies. According to the department stores, we are bad parents for not dressing Georgia in an outfit featuring any of the following text:

  • My First Turkey Day!
  • Mama's Little Turkey
  • I'm what My Parents are Thankful For
  • My First Thanksgiving
  • Baby's First Thanksgiving
  • Thankful for My Mommy
  • Gobble Gobble Gobble
  • I'm Just Here for the Turkey
  • Mommy's Little Turkey
  • Everyone is Thankful for Me

We did end up with some pretty decent Thanksgiving shots, however. 

Pre-dinner nap with Uncle Matthew. 

Pre-dinner nap with Uncle Matthew. 

Hating the 1960s Christmas Tree. 

Hating the 1960s Christmas Tree. 

Chopping down a Christmas tree with Grandma & Grandpa. 

Chopping down a Christmas tree with Grandma & Grandpa. 

Proof that we need a real digital camera like Auntie Natalie has #1

Proof that we need a real digital camera like Auntie Natalie has #1

Proof that we need a real digital camera like Auntie Natalie has #2

Proof that we need a real digital camera like Auntie Natalie has #2

Proof that we need a real digital camera like Auntie Natalie has #3

Proof that we need a real digital camera like Auntie Natalie has #3

Pahty Dress

Today Georgia got to attend her first extra-utero baby shower. Naturally, she wore her finest. We don't do girly much, but when we do, we go all out. We weighed the risk of her flower headband quite carefully and concluded that we're not shitty, inattentive parents, so she'll probably be okay. Headband choking hazard aside, it really is quite a pain in the ass to dress a baby in cute clothes. Poopy diaper? Remove shoes, socks, tights, bloomers, and onesie. Spit up? Remove dress, onesie, and shirt. 

Ay dios mio, can you imagine the trouble if we'd had her ears pierced?

She does look damn cute though. 

1 Month

George has been on the outside for one whole month. She seems to like it here. We've also decided that we're not going to sell her to the gypsies after all. 

In the past month, little George has:

  • gained somewhere between 2 - 4 lbs
  • changed her umbilical cord from a crusty appendage to a cute little belly button
  • graduated from newborn to size one diapers 
  • outgrown one outfit
  • pooped on a three onesies, one mat, multiple bath towels, and a couple of swaddles 
  • peed on her father three times 
  • learned how to spit up (everywhere)

Happy Birthday, Little Miss 

Two-Week Checkup

Georgia seems to like her pediatrician. But all that poking and prodding does make her sleepy. 

Home

After a fabulous 48-hour stay at Hotel Brigham, we finally got to go home.