Grandpa

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Belly Button

Lilly's cord just fell off. Hooray. Also, eww.

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Triple Fake Out

I've begun learning my daughter's subtle signals.  If I'm changing her diaper and she's not at least a little frustrated, something's up.

This evening when I was changing her she was perfectly calm.  I knew this was a sign.  I unlatched her diaper and waited.  Fifteen seconds later she made another poopy.  I felt pretty good about myself.  I saw the signal and I didn't waste another diaper.

I wiped her up and started getting another diaper ready.  BOOM!  Another poo.  All over daddy, the new diaper and the changing station.  It was a gassy horrific mess.

For the grand finale she peed on me.

Phlarpt

A strange, unearthly sound just erupted from my daughter. I have yet to determine its point of emanation. I have the typical, parental fear that Cthulhu may be communicating to her with dream messages. When the stars are right, she will be His tool and the earth will be undone. It may have just been a poppy diaper.

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Great Aunt Sharon Comes for a Visit

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The Future

I fully expect Future Lilly to make fun of her mom for the e-reader.

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Cats, Toast and a Baby

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