Happy Birthday to Me

Today's my birthday.  I don't usually get too wrapped up in all that...but this year I got a pretty rad early birthday present.  It was a set of faux lambswool carseat covers and matching steering wheel cozy.  Just kidding, it was a baby.

This is a picture of Rye responding to Rhoda singing Happy Birthday to me.

fussy \fuhs'-ee\ adj : hard to satisfy or please.

This is what Rye looks like when she's sleeping:

Or like this, if she's not wrapped up like a burrito...

Unfortunately, she looked like that for maybe three hours between 10pm last night and  6am this morning.  The rest of the time, she looked like she ate a stink-bug and sounded like she was being dunked in an ice-bath.

A quick rhetorical question...when did the word "fussy" make its way into my vocabulary?  Until a few days ago, I seriously don't think that word had ever come from my mouth.  Now I say it or one of it's derivations like 50 times a day.  Like this morning, when I told Rhoda that I was going to blog about how Rye fussed all night.

Rye's First Bath

Everyday events and incidents are magnified exponentially when a baby is added to the equation...particularly a first baby.  This is something that I previously always found a bit annoying about new parents.  Hmmm, I guess perspective is 9/10ths of the truth...or something like that.

I'm going to vigorously resist the urge to tell the world about Rye's bowel movements (for now).  Instead, I'll just tell you that she had her first bath yesterday.  That's a pretty big deal.  Here are some "during" and "after" photos.

An Assortment of Photos

Well...we've not been accused of professional photography, but this'll do for now.

Rye's First Week

Rye Opal turned seven days old last night at 8:56 as we observed our first Thanksgiving as a family. If family traditions begin haphazardly and develop through incidental occurrences, we're off to a good start. I wouldn't change anything about our day yesterday and would happily repeat it annually. When I look back on this Thanksgiving years from now, it is unlikely that I will remember that Texas A&M handed the University of Texas an embarrassing home loss (though that...was...AWESOME!), or that the Irish Setter somehow bested the Boxer in the Purina National Dogshow as Jessica Simpson lip-synced her way through the Macy's Thanksgiving parade. What I'll remember is that I was truly as thankful as I've ever been on a Thanksgiving day. Pretty amazing stuff.