Scared Silly

When I was a child, my mom sang me a lullaby that included the line:
"May angels up above
watch over you, my love
and send their guiding light
until the dawn breaks through."

A lovely sentiment, but I didn't know what a "dawn" was - and use to have nightmares about the dawn "breaking through" and collapsing onto the angels. Classic misinterpretation.

I am realizing now that one doesn't have to be such a catastrophic thinker as myself in order to have the daylights-scared-out-of-you by a children's rhyme.
. . . when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all.
. . . he went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't wake up in the morning.
. . . the elephant sneezed, and fell to his knees, and that was the end of the monk.
Falling babies, old men in comas, and monkeys being crushed to death - sheesh!

Today's Appreciation

Three things I'm appreciative of today:
1. This beautiful child
2. Our amazing camera
3. This hairbow from Karen (my brother's mother-in-law and dear family friend)

New Toys

We brought out the "Bumbo" chair for Lola this weekend (apparently allows even the youngest infants to sit upright . . .) She seemed to enjoy it at first.

But quickly grew tired of the new toy.

Fourteen

That's the number of pictures you should take in order to catch this adorable-perfect-amazing-smile.

She loves her Uncle Craig!

(Lack of) Truth in Adverstising

Regarding celebrity endorsements:
I believe that Michael Jordan actually drinks Gatorade. I can imagine that Valerie Bertinelli and Jason Alexander have actually lost weight with Jenny Craig. I can even buy the notion that Beyonce uses L'Oreal makeup (probably not for photo shoots and concerts - but maybe she owns a lipstick or two for when she's slumming).

I cannot, however, under any circumstance, believe that Sarah Jessica Parker colors her hair with a hair dye that you can purchase at your local CVS. Not now. Not ever.

Playing with Daddy

Bad investments

We bought a very nice mobile for the crib. It has animals that circle around, three different styles of music, a simulated heartbeat, and it projects a lighted image above Sweet Lola's head . . . all the bells and whistles.

She prefers to stare at the ceiling fan.