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The cuteness

Cute?

C looooves my glasses. I always imagine they confuse her - “why do daddy’s eyes come off?” So today I thought she might like to try them on.

I think it looked cuter in person:

Lucky me

Tonight, C (who still lacks a good internet moniker - sorry, she’s just no Mongo (it’s not feminine enough, I guess)) really wanted her dad to put her to bed. She fussed and fussed and fussed. I’d made us a nice supper of wings, fries, and asparagus - asparagus goes really well with wings, as it turns out - and every bite Katie ate was with a fussy baby in her lap. Like I said, she fussed and fussed and fussed. Nothing was pleasing her. I even took her outside for a minute to snap her out of her fuss fest.

But what did it was my sitting down and feeding her a bit, and she went right off to sleep.

When I first started feeding her some, I was less than impressed. I was. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her, it’s just that I got little out of the feeding part. But now I love it. I love being able to hold her in my arms and make her feel happy. And I really love being able to get her to sleep. It’s not something every guy gets to experience, putting his baby down to sleep. And it’s a simply amazing feeling. And after a bit of her sleeping in my lap, I carried her into the bedroom and put her to bed.

Lucky me.

More photos that make me happy

From last night:

She’s turning into a person

One of C’s new favorite things: toy baskets.

My mother loves to sit her down with a basket of toys, where C will take all the toys out of the basket, one at a time, closely examining each toy before dropping it beside her. When all of the toys are out of the basket, my mom refills it and C starts again.

It’s unbelievably adorable.

Sleepiness

C is having one of those days when she only really sleeps if she’s in your lap. I’ve repeatedly had her fast asleep just to have her beautiful blue eyes pop wide open the second I try to put her in her bed.

It’s not that I’m complaining, really. Yes, I could stand to be getting more done. But what really bothers me is how sleepy I’m getting, watching her sleep so much!

I need a new internet handle for C

Katie and I have decided that we don’t need to spell out the kids’ names all of the time, because we don’t want her to be that googleable. googlable? googalicious?

Anyway, I’m getting tired of “C,” and I need something more meaningful and positive. She’s pretty googalicious, too.

A day at the (home) office

Note to Katie:

When you’re leaving the house for a short trip and C is staying with me, please do not say “she shouldn’t be hungry; she’s eaten a ton!” As soon as you say that, I go to make a bottle, because you’re ensuring that C will want to eat within three minutes of being left alone.

Time to put up the swing

C has officially outgrown the swing. I relied on it to keep her asleep for five months, but in the last few weeks it hasn’t done any good. She’s now sleeping in her bed for her daytime naps. No more swing, but also no more expensive batteries, loud creaks, or annoying buckles. And one fewer baby product in my floor at the office and at home.

C and her bumbo

The cuteness