I have a whole blog post coming about dyeing my hair pink again, but I
had to share this photo Jason took this morning. Surprise ruined.
80 sleeps in a cosleeper at the end of the bed for most of the night,
but she sleeps better once it’s light if she’s snuggled against me.
This is how I get enough sleep to function during the day. Once I
figured this out, everything became better.
It was so hot on Tuesday, 80 just wore a teeshirt and diaper. This is how she napped.
There’s a heat advisory in effect around us. It’s only supposed to get up to 93 here (although it’s already 92). Adie’s in a dipe and tee, and we’re running an air conditioner. I also have lemonade and Lady Gray iced tea, for Amanda Palmers. (I just made that up.)
80 was rather barfy today. At six weeks, their digestive system develops more. I’m noticing more spit-up in the past day, and I’m wondering if that’s what it is. Well, the upside is that you get to see her in ANOTHER cute onesie. This one was handed down (or upcycled) from TaraWP.
Octavia, aka 80, aka Tavie, aka The Soybean
I ate several pounds of Jelly Belly jelly beans while pregnant.
I never explicitly stated 80’s full name, because I’m just not sure how to protect her identity responsibly, so we’re erring on the side of caution.
If you’d like to see lots more pictures of 80, we’ve set up a Wadsgreen Flickr account which is protected. If you sign up/have an account, friend wadsgreen and we’ll give you access.
For Adie’s real name (it’s not 80 Wadsgreen), leave a comment below. We’re going to send out real, paper announcements. Since we just moved, it covers both “we’ve moved!” as well as “we’ve had a baby!”
We’re heading to Iowa in July, so Adie and I are reading “A Thousand Acres”, by Jane Smiley. This works out well, since I’m interviewing her in September.
Adie’s losing hair on top*, making her look even more like a little old man.
I think most babies look like Phil Collins.
*This is normal–some babies lose their hair and it grows in again later.
She looks wicked local.
Al and I sewed on fabric patches over cloying (my daddy gives me the bestest hugs) or incorrect (baby boy!) slogans on clothes for Adie.
To do the same, find fabric (we used a lot of quilting cotton) and this stuff called “steam-a-seam”, which works as an ironable interfacing between the patch and the jersey of the clothes. Without the steam-a-seam, the jersey stretches beneath the woven fabric, and it’s a bit of a hot mess.
