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Nothing's really making any sense at all, let's talk

Holly is growing out of a lot of her clothes. See pictures of her from six weeks and eight weeks.

I've read 21 books so far this year.

That is all.



It won't be long til faith will be sight

Holly the night she was born:





Holly at 7.5 weeks old:





Where do we go, nobody knows

A few mishaps:

  • Thursday I just could not keep my eyes focused through my glasses while driving Faith to school.  It was disconcerting.  I thought maybe I was just tired, but late in the day I finally realized that I had left my contacts in overnight and here I was wearing my glasses too.  D'oh.
  • Tonight Thea asked for her clay sculptures to be baked in the oven in hopes of hardening them.  I guess this clay was not meant to be put in the oven because it filled the house with noxious smoke.  The sculptures are now on the back porch -- we'll try freezing them instead of baking them.



All I want from tomorrow is to get it better than today

I've read 12 books so far this year, well on the way to my goal of 35. Once I go back to work the pace will go down dramatically.

Ugh... going back to work. :(

Holly is starting to smile. For now smiles are still few and far-between, which make them extra rewarding.

Thea lost a tooth Tuesday night.



Maybe tomorrow you'll see the sun come shining through for you

Baby face

Baby face

Baby face



You know, I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today

Kindergartener at Thea's school:  I love Holly.  When she grows up, can I marry her?
Me: You should wait until she grows up and see then if she's the kind of person you want to marry.
Thea: Yeah, you never know, she might grow up to be a bad person who kills people.



Just when I was low, feeling short of stable

Sculpture body:
body
Detached head:
head

So I don't know if this is supposed to be functional in any way. I also don't know what to do with the head.

Holly is up a pound from her birth weight. I'm down about 30 pounds. Eating is one of those things that it's hard to find time to do.


I've read four books so far this year. My goal is 35.



I have stood here before inside the pouring rain

Finished with what was a pretty miserable week. Rick was at work and in class all week which kept him out of the house from 7 am to 10 pm, and when he was home he had little time to spend with me. I fended for myself with all three girls, didn't sleep much or eat much, and came down with a cold that knocked me out by Wednesday afternoon. And do not ever underestimate the power of post-partum hormones to make you feel bad in a hundred different ways.

Holly remains my saving grace. She's two and a half weeks old now. The pediatrician weighed her at eight pounds, four and a half ounces, up from seven-ten at birth. She caught my cold. It's made her a very noisy breather but hasn't stopped her from nursing like a little pro. I thank God she is (so far) an easy baby. I'm on shaky enough ground without needing to deal with colic or reflux or diaper rash or some other baby ailment.
Holly tummy time
I have seen the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile twice this week.  This morning I saw a hawk in the tree just outside our back fence.  I do not think these sightings are related.  In another unrelated incident the broker who helped us through our refinance sent me a package containing a truly bizarre metal sculpture of a basketball-playing figure without a head.  The head was wrapped up separately.  I'll include a picture of it next time so somebody can tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do with it and its head.


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