Day 106, 22 December 2006

When I got to Grandma's house I played with Grandpa.

Day 101, 17 December 2006

Day 99, 15 December 2006

Day 98, 14 December 2006

Here you see Cecilia taking her nebulizer treatment that helps her get over her cold. This mask hooks up to a little air pump that vaporizes her medicine so she can breathe it directly into her lungs. Cecilia is fine, the thing looks scarier than it is. I think she was more confused than anything by the whole experience.

Day 94, 10 December 2006

On Sunday Cecilia helped Great-grandpa celebrate 85 years on this earth. Great-grandad sits nearest the camera (on the right, but you probably figured that out). Cecilia is in the back, in Grandma's arms.


We also had time to take a "Four (4) Generations" Picture. (This is Cecilia's paternal lineage.) From oldest to youngest it goes White Hair, Grey Hair, Brown Hair, Peach Fuzz.


When Cecilia got home, all she could do was collapse on the couch with Auntie L.

Day 93, 9 December 2006

Cecilia joins Mom, Auntie, and Granma for a Christmas cookie bake-a-thon.



Don't worry, she only ate half that dough, and I'm 75% sure the mixer was 'off' when I took the photo.

Day 91, 7 December 2006

In honor of all the brave Americans who lost their lives at Pearl Harbor, Cecilia has prepared this series of nudes.

(Click for enlargements)

Day 87, 3 December 2006

Smiling 'cause it was Friday

Day 85, 1 December 2006

Day 84, 30 November 2006

I've been feeling icky so Mommy and Daddy took me to the doctor.


I didn't need a sticker to tell me that I was a Star Patient, but the recognition is nice.

Day 83, 29 November 2006

If you hold their finger they think you're cute and give you more to eat.

Day 82, 28 Nov 2006

Look at me how I am holding and shaking the things now. They make noise and go in my mouth.

Day 81, 27 November 2006

On Monday, Cecilia and her mommy and daddy had their birthing class reunion. You see, all summer, a bunch of pregnant couples got together every Monday to talk about Things You Need to Know to Have a Baby. (There were no single moms in our class, nor were there in the class we visited on Monday. I know there are lots of single moms out there. Do they have a separate class? Are they excluded? I will not stand for segregation. If I were a single mom I'd stage a sit-in. SEPARATE CAN NOT BE EQUAL!) These Things that we learned included the basics, like breathing, when to come to the hospital, what to expect, etc., but it also taught us stuff like: how to get extra food from hospital foodservice, what to do with a b**** nurse/a-hole doctor, and how to get free diapers from the hospital. They also showed us all the tools that could possibly be used in the birth process. This review of surgical tools included the plastic knitting needle, the turkey baster, the bicycle pump, the metal duck, and the Nerf PopDart Gun. This reminded of the time my sister had her appendix wound cleaned with a popsickle stick and a giant wooden q-tip.


Anyhow, we went to the reunion, and it was nice to see all the other new babies. We got to tell our birth stories to the new class. Most of the stories were nice and normal, as opposed to the group that told their birth stories to our class. Each one of those mothers had the baby halfway jammed behind a lung or something and ended up needing double-caesarian sections, each two days apart if you can believe that (you probably can't because I'm exaggerating), but my point is that we heard some horrific stories. Everyone in our group told the story that started "Well I started feeling some contractions..." and ended "Then the doctor said it was OK to push..." and it all seemed pretty simple.

Now I've always though Cecilia was pretty cute, cuter than most babies anyway. Well, when we got to the reunion nearly all the babies were asleep from the car-ride in to the hospital. Almost all of them looked pretty cute. I was beginning to doubt that Cecilia was exceptional. I had some dark moment there. Then they woke up and started going through their repertoire of supposedly "cute" moves. No. No way. Can't hold a candle to Cecilia. When they were sleeping, they all looked like little angels, but awake one baby looked like Quato from Total Recall. The rest looked like Garbage Pail Kids. Of the 12 or so babies there, Cecilia would get in any judges Top 3. After that its all politics, so who knows if she'd come away the winner.

Day 78, 24 November 2006

I took a ride in Granma's Chevy Tahoe. She made me sit in the very back.