So Fresh and So Clean

In my humble opinion

The only thing cuter than this close up:

Is this wide shot:

Both taken when Husband was post-call today.

1 Month Check Up!

Lola had her one month well check with Dr. Earle today. She was 22 inches long and 10 lb. 7 oz. In the 85th percentile for both height and weight. In fact, they came in to re-measure her height because they were so shocked at how much she had grown in a month! She did great at the visit - hardly made a peep! I was so impressed that I pressed my luck and stopped by the Toyota dealership on the way home for scheduled maintenance. She was great until the VERY last second and even then it was not more than a 2 minute outburst. Now we are home and ready for a nap . . . (At least I am).

Oh . . .sorry

My public does not care for pictures of road-side signs. They want more BABY. Here's two wide-awake shots from my cell phone (apologies for the quality).

Can you just EAT HER UP??

A Sign of the Times

There are many things wrong with this sign, which can be seen off of Augusta Rd. heading south out of downtown Greenville.

Here are just two . . .

1. I can can only hope that the hotdogs are made with more concern for quality control and attention to detail than this sign.

2. What exactly constitutes a homemade hotdog? Isn't the very nature of the hot dog that you simply place the pre-cooked processed meat product into a heat source of any sort and ta-da . . . . a hot dog! Unless this little road-side shop is literally processing random pig parts into casings - then these hotdogs are not, in fact, homemade (or homade, for that matter)

Third time's a charm

I dressed Lola in one of her absolute cutest outfits for our big trip to pick up Aunt Daynie and Uncle Mark from the airport on Friday.
She peed on it.

So I put her in one of her second-cutest outfits (still adorable).
She pooped on it.

So I put her in a moderately cute outfit that was primarily easy to wash.
She spit up on it - but we wore it anyway.

So that you don't have to ask.

Everyone I speak to asks the same question: "Are you getting any sleep?"
Seems like sort of a silly question to pose to a mother of a 2-week-old. I try to vary the answer so it doesn't sound like I'm a sleep-deprived maniac.
"We nap here and there"
"I'm trying to rest when I can"
"I got a few good stretches of sleep last night"

But here's the honest truth. No.
I'm not getting any sleep. And it's totally worth it.