Things we say (to be updated later)

• Lately, if Tracy and I try and talk to each other in front of Aubrey it makes her mad. She says "Stop talking!! Stop talking Dada!!". Nice. Attention must be firmly on her whilest Daddy is home.
• "Burn!!" "Burning wood!!", she say, with here eyes aglow in the light of a fire. Something a bit unnerving about it all. Need to bump up our homeowners policy.
• "There's a bat in there!", pointing to her mouth. Or my mouth. "Spit it out!" OK.
• "I farted.....that's so gross!!"

Haiku

I'm eating breakfast
Oatmeal drops on baby's knee
Still tastes good to me

6 weeks in...

Antlers rule!

@ 2 weeks.

Daddy's little girl! Especially lately.

This is Aubrey's party dress for Tommy's company Christmas party

Movie night (which is every night now that it's cold).

So we have a new baby. She cries sometimes. If she's hungry or sleepy or needs a new diaper. She wants lots of attention and likes to be held. She wakes up every 3-4 hours at night to feed. And as far as we're concerned...she's WONDERFUL!!

So far we've able to just enjoy having a newborn baby, which is a new experience for us. Aubrey is taking it out of Tracy, of course. Daddy is #1 for the time being. That will change soon enough, I'm sure. Not much else.

Here are some recent pictures.

Welcome!

Here she is:

Uh oh....no kids.

I try and take Aubrey to the park at the elementary school near our home each night. Tougher to do now that it's dark so early.

We pull up to the park to find it deserted:

Aubrey: Uh oh, dada.
Me: What Aubrey?
Aubrey: No kids.
Me: That's OK. We can play by ourselves.
Aubrey: No kids. Wanna go home.
Me: You want to go home? But you can just play with dada!
Aubrey: No. Don't wanna play with dada. Go home.

And...that's how dada's heart breaks.

I 'cared.

Aubrey and I went to the zoo saturday...and sunday...to see some animals. She's recently learned the word "scared" and found a few places to use it at the zoo. The spiders 'cared her. We fed the birds some worms and a few 'cared her. I thought it was cute and so I was quick to take her away from each situation where she was scared.

So sunday night she taking a bath and the mermaid makes her 'cared. OK. I asked her why the mermaid scared her? "I don't like the mermaid". Fine. No mermaid. But when I went to wash her hair, something that always upsets her, she busted out her new word. "no shampoo!! I 'cared!!". Too bad. She still got her hair washed.

Rocker Mama

Tracy feels big and cumbersome and creeky. She didn't have much fun trick-and-treating last night because she had to stop and rest each stop. Not to mention the extreme numbers of kids bussed into our area, requiring us to wait in line at each house. Yes....wait in line. Sometimes 15+ kids deep (which homes we just skipped....hah, pun....witch homes?).

So I thought I'd remind her that she was not long ago a soccer playin', swimming like a fish, jogging, kicking my but in pool, rock and/or roll band, bass playing mama. And she will again; sooner than she thinks (well...maybe not the band thing, she seems done with that.).

So since this blog is at least partly about us as well as the kid(s), here's a reminder of that Tracy's a roll and roller. Not so far removed, I think:

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