Daddy Flying Solo

Next week we are going to Chicago, but we are going in two stages. Daddy P and Kate come up a few days after I go. I have been charged with the task of carrying most of what we will need for the weekend away so that Daddy P can just lug on a carry-on, Kate, stroller and carseat, and whatever else he chooses. Packing this weekend is going to be a trip in and of itself I think! This is only our second flight with Kate, and I'm glad that Daddy P is the one managing her. He has a much cooler, calmer head, and seems fairly unaffected by traveling with the ity bity one.

In the meantime, we are planning on getting Kate used to her new portable "crib" which is really more of a tent. I have started putting her in it when she's awake just to get used to it, and tomorrow we shall start putting her in it for naps. I figure I'd rather risk ruining a nap than a whole night sleep, so we'll start small. I'm sure she'll be fine as long as she has her beloved horsey with her.

Standing Tall

In just the few short weeks that we've had Kate's jumper, she can already touch firmly with both feet. And now she bounces all over like crazy.

T = 4

Not much new on the hair front...



After a crazy week of getting up at odd hours, some seriously unhappy tummy problems (thanks to my soy consumption), Kate slept through the night and we are feeling better. Until this whole breastfeeding thing, I always thought soy was great. All the milk bashers always said how soy gives you the same protein, is better for you, yada yada. Well, after Kate (and I) had digestive problems from starting to substitute soy, I was sure it was a fluke. But time and time again, when I add soy back in, it wrecks havoc on everything. A google search provided me with reassurance that I am not alone, and that soy isn't the miracle that Whole Foods would make us think it is... we are going to try adding some milk back in to my diet this week and see how it goes. At least enough for a latte here and there...

Daddy Mac'l Make Ya!

What, you ask, makes a baby laugh? Well, apparently bad 80's references does it for baby Kate. She has an infantile sense of humor, what can I say...

Opera singer, writer, or just complainer?

Not sure what Kate will be when she grows up, but damn that girl is already expressive. Here she is this morning when I was a little slower than usual in getting around to feeding her...