Look alike?

I've been meaning to post this picture of me from when I was little. Many people have commented how much Livy looks like me. I don't really see it. Almost as many have commented how much she looks like Tony. That would seem to indicate she looks like both of us. Go figure. Anyhoo, I was flipping through the scrapbook that Nona gave us and saw a picture of me and for the first time felt like Livy and I looked similar.

First pout

Well, Olivia went to bed around 1am last night. Actually, she went to bed before then...she fell ASLEEP around 1am, and didn't get out of bed until around 7:30am. After such a long stretch, I was concerned she'd be Miss Grumpy Gills about her breakfast. Tony changed her diaper while I prepared to nurse her. So Tony places Livy in position and we go about trying to coax her to open her mouth wide enough so as not to hurt mommy. Sometimes she gets frustrated and lets out a yell which, conveniently enough, opens her mouth wide enough to get the job done. Not this morning. This morning, we got the bottom lip curl of a genuine pout. And not just for a flash of a second. We even got a "wah" with the bottom lip curl. She was not vewy happy. Then she had breakfast and was just fine.

More smiles

More video of a smiling baby, plus pictures.


Here's a picture of Livy with her daddy just before going to our Tuesday night [church] meeting. She's wearing one of mommy's pink dresses and a white sweater (with pink bunnies) that a friend from church gave her.



I've now got video of Livy talking to her mommy, but I need to cut it down. May be up tomorrow. Here's a clip of smiles and funny faces.

Talking to daddy

I've read several times that when a baby makes cooing sounds, he/she is attempting to talk, and talking back to them, especially in melodic, higher pitched tones, makes their little brains go wild and improves communication.

I type all this in an attempt to defend my darling husband who, in the included video, could be construed as sounding silly. Livy loved it, so that's all that matters.

GeePa, the other white meat

Olivia's other grandpa.

And a picture I think is funny. Tony put Livy on the couch, surrounded her with her boppy pillow and a green bankie to keep warm, then walked away. She was stealth baby.

Eight week checkup and more

Olivia saw the doctor today for her eight week checkup and more immunizations. She weighed 12 pounds and measured 24 inches tall. That puts her in the 90th percentile for weight and 95th for height. In other words, she's heavier than 90% of babies her age and taller than 95%. The doctor thinks she'll be towering over the kids for some time. She also had two shots in each leg. She was calm, the needle went in, then, after a two second curious expression, a glimmer of panic and "waaaaaaaaahhhh", beet city baby. Nona and I couldn't believe that color. Ten minutes later she was asleep.

Speaking of Nona...or, more appropriately, speaking of the name Nona... With so many grandmas, we decided to give each a unique name for Livy to call them by. So Grandma is my mom, Nona is Tony's mom (italian for grandma) and, as was decided this past weekend, Diane is Grandma D. My dad and Diane flew out last week for a long weekend visit. Daddy kept teasing about taking Livy home with them and Diane was barely able to leave her. Grandma D looooves her Livy. Grandpa doesn't think she's so shabby, either. Here are some pics from their visit.

And, yes, Livy has two grandpas, too, but I haven't had any special requests on that end re: names, so I figure Grandpa Wurth and Grandpa Smith will do.

A new smile

Olivia had a bath yesterday in preparation for meeting her grandma and grandpa Wurth. When I gently poured the warm water over her head to rinse out the shampoo, she lit up with the biggest grin and giggle. She did it the second time I rinsed, too. Then she pooped in the tub. The smile was replaced with the toxic scream, and bathtime was over. :(

Lap time

So often when Tony and I are holding Livy she straightens out her neck, opens her eyes super wide and narrows her lips like she's about to blow a kiss. I set up the video camera in the hopes of capturing this routine. So far, no good, but, of course, I caught plenty of other cuteness instead, including our aussie, Peanut Butter, giving lots of sloppy kisses to her new favorite person, Olivia. I was also pleased to have captured Olivia's first real smile for mommy.

Grist for the mill...

I've already begun committing the series of wrongdoings that will surely lead Olivia to the shrink's couch. The first(?) was taking her temperature today, rectally. She's been struggling with another low-grade fever off and on for the last 24 hours (no higher than 99.7). Since temperatures taken rectally are supposed to be more accurate, I pulled out the vaseline and did what I had to do. Tony couldn't watch. Fortunately, her temp was normal. She was maaaad at mommy, though.

More pics that make me laugh.

She's just too cool...

Bunny slippers (and onesie?) from Nona, sunglasses from sister Martin (at church). Put them together and you've got one cool baby.

Finally, a moment to type...

Olivia has been somewhat needy today...a phenomena that's been occurring more and more lately. She just wants to be held....alot. But she's asleep in her bassinet right now, so I'm uploading some long overdue pics.

I just thought this was pretty darn funny.

and this one....if only I could add sound. She was not vewy happy with me right then. Actually, if memory serves, I had pulled out the camera because she looked so cute in her blue outfit on her blue boppy...then she pooped and followed it up with the toxic diaper scream.

Here's some silly video...just of her drinking. I added it because of the cute little sound she makes when she's hittin' the sauce.

Pics of grandmothers

Now that I have a picture of both grandmas with Olivia, I thought I'd share.

Also, here's what happens when one abuses breastmilk. Just say no.