New Pics

Lots of new ones into the bin.

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Update: Two Month Checkup

Well, last Tuesday was the 2 month checkup.

Weighed in at 10lbs 6oz.

Measured straight in 50 percentiles for all routine measurements. (Ahhh... average... just like her parents!!!)

Then the visit with the MD. She got a clean bill of health. The MD was rambling on and on about different things.... blah blah blah... "Do you have a baby monitor?" "Yes." "Turn it off." blah blah blah... blah blah blah... er... wait a minute... "Did you say turn off the monitor?" "Yes... let her cry it out!"

Oh my God! I didn't hear a word of of the remaining 30 min visit. Even missed the round of vaccine shots. I was off in dream world! I mean, gosh... a whole night's sleep! Hoooray!!! Wow...

I practically skipped out of the office... almost forgot the KP... Hooray!

We're going to let her cry it out right now!

But, we have worked on her schedule at night.... The average now is from 10-11pm to 4-5am.


It is still a work in progress!

Welcome Back Editor!

Whew!

What a delay! Sorry about the lack of posting.

The DQ has returned to work, and last week was my feeble attempt to take my EP boards.

But now we here at BY Universe are back... and better than ever!

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Kemper Survives the Night!

(and Daddy too!)

Well, loyal followers, last night we took one small step for KP, one giant leap for the BY Universe!

As you probably already know, last night marked the return of the DQ to the hospital.  Yes, now she is officially Dr DQ!  (Hmm... I wonder if she'll change her name... aw, who am I kidding, she didn't change her name to Dr Yarnoz!)

This left the extreme parental rights to the Daddy.  Oh boy!

The evening started off like any other....  nice chill in the evening Carolina air...  KP asleep in the bouncer and Daddy drudging away at his studying.  (Today marks the official 1 week countdown!)  Calm and tranquil!

This lasted until 9:30pm....  Then the Fidget appeared....  uh oh... time to get a-warmin'... Then the Fidget morphed into the Piglet....  go microwave go... 

Got the sauce warmed up and popped it into the KP, right before Mt KPiglet erupted!  Whew!  Catastrophe aborted...

Finished the sauce and did the final burp.  Ahhh!  Bed time.  Since she was in her drunk phase, I took the opportunity to check under the hood... whew, no blowouts there!  Then I wrapped her in the Burrito.  Then came the new invention, the Chalupa!  (If some of you are not big TacoBell people, a chalupa is a taco with a pita wrapped around it, with other assorted Grade F beef products... but you get the picture.)  So the KP Chalupa, is the Burrito wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket.  Man it looks warm and cozy!

Then the KP was off to bed.  And so was Daddy.  Ham tried to get on the bed (somehow he knows that when the weather gets cold, he gets allowed on the bed... damn smart dog).  But no go for Ham, he was rejected.  Ahh the nice cozy bed, without the DQ.... ahhh!

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

** wiggle wiggle **  **crankie crankie**  uh, oh... she's sturring.... where am I? ...

** WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**  oh, damn... DQ, why don't you take this one?  Oh crap... no DQ.  What time is it?  2:30am.  Wow!

I'm up now and in the room like a flash.  Ham was up to, protecting the way.  Good boy!  I look down into the crib, the KP was up!!!  Seems now she has wiggle herself free of the warm, chalupa outershell... leaving just the yellow burrito underneath.  I grab her and head down stairs to the kitchen.  I get to the microwave and fire it up.  (In my Daddy mode before bed, I left a cup of water in a mug in the micro... ready to go!) 

***WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" She's really getting revved up now!  I don't think I'll hold her out much longer.  I start sweating....  Sauce was still cold.  Microwave's finished, and I plop in the bottle.  **WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!** now she's really going.  Seems that she is also morphing away from her cute little baby cry to this new little horrific witch cackle!  Whew!  When's this bottle going to get warm!  Where's the paci?  Damn, upstairs!!!  Ok, how about my finger?  No go!  It's the sauce or nada!  I look at Ham, who's looking up at me whimpering... yes, boy I know!  I grab the bottle, check it... lukewarm is good enough for me, and pop it in!  The KP loves it!

Hooray!

20mins later, after 3 pauses for some impressive burping (she really has my GI tract), we're complete.  She's spent!  Drunk as a sailor on shoreleave.  I take her back upstairs, and check under the hood.... nada.... Whew!  I re-wrap the burrito and put her in the crib... then I re-wrap the chalupa.  She's out....

Soon daddy too.  I get back into bed and look at the clock... 3:30am....

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

** creak creak **  The DQ slides into bed.  "Hey babe, how's the KP?"  I look at the clock 3:40am...  Nice timing.


The next thing I know the alarm is going off.  6am. 

We've survived the night!

Welcome to Daddy DayCare!

T-Minus 5 minutes and counting!

The DQ is prepping to go into her 1st night shift back from maternity leave. This leaves Daddy in charge for the whole damn night!

The sauce .... chilling in the fridge! **check**

The G Diapers .... sittin in the dresser! **check**

The paci .... all 4 (yes we've expanded!) are in prime locations, ready to go! **check**

The burrito .... hanging over the crib, ready for a wrap! **check**

Club Kemper ... thumpin! **check**

The KP .... napping in the bouncer! **check**

Daddy (fresh off having to go into the hospital 3 am two days in a row) .... pumped! ** check **


Let's get it on!

(We're screwed!!!)

Kemper starts school!

We never thought the day would come, 8 weeks ago, when little KPY arrived 8 days early, but yes, folks, she's old enough for day care. Except "day care" is open 13+ hours per day and consists of a rigorous sign in and sign out procedure, and even has lesson plans for 2 month olds (you know, public policy, calculus, etc...) So we've decided that "day care" isn't the right noun to describe this place... child labor camp seemed sorta harsh, so we've decided just to call it "school."

This means that the DQ is liberated for various hours every day. They told her to come early today (the first day) for the drop off in case she got weepy. Clearly they don't know the DQ, who ran out of there skipping and immediately went to the gym. But before you think she's a horrible person, she only felt compelled to leave little Kemper for a mere 4 hours. But if it protects her sanity, hey, I'm all for it.

Kemper Hates Her Daddy!

Yup. It's true. And it only took 5 weeks!

For the last 24hours (ever since the last batch of grandparents left the GM... hmmm... coincidence?), the KP has not wanted a thing to do with her father.

Yup. I know. Horrible.

Every time I try to pick her up to play. She cries.
Every time I try to hold her, while the DQ does something, She cries.
Every time I try to console her when she cries, she cries louder.
I walk by her to talk to the DQ, she cries.
She cries.

I've tried everything that used to work: rocking, walking, singing, bouncing, the Jedi-mind trick. Nada .... zero... zilch. She actually amplifies her cries; getting all red everywhere. Almost as if she's going to pass out from lack of oxygen. (I think... hmm... that might quiet her down some!) But no! It continues, ad nauseum. Then Ham starts to cry too! I stand there, at wits end, trying to make her happy.

Then the DQ arrives, picks up the KP, and ... whimper, whimper... sniffle, sniffle... all better! Seriously!!! Like nothing ever happened.

I've heard of favoring one parent over the other, but this early?!?!

I have to get some boobs, and fast!

Kemper Goes to AA!!!

So we have been busy here in the land of the BY! We've progress soooooooooooooooo much in the last 5 weeks or so.

One of the things we've been reading in the books (er... let me rephrase that... the DQ's been reading) is to put the baby on their tummy to strengthen their heads. This is called 'Tummy Time'.

Well, we've decided to try that in the BY Universe. But since we have a perverse sense of humor, and a distaste for the phrase Tummy-Time... we have changed the phrase to a more scientific phenomena.

Abdominal Activity!

(or AA for short)

So, here is a clip from one of the early AA sessions. (hopefully this will ward off any future AA sessions during adulthood)

Visits from GParents and Making a KPY Milestone

So, you've probably been wondering... "What the hell are those crazy kids doing in Wilmington?" What is going on with the BY? Why are there no posts?

Well, gosh darn it... we're busy. The Hotel GM is in full effect... all to see the little KP. Mostly with grandparents to see the new little bundle...

No one can really deny that new newborns are, well, frankly, boring. They pretty much do nothing all day. So, although Laura got the shaft, the rest of the grandparents appear to have descended at a good time.

Pawpaw (aka Jamie) and Gigi (aka Debbie) came first for a few days. The KP learned a few things from Pawpaw: how to make crawfish etouffee, how to curse during LSU football games (and a few cheers as well), and how to put together a budget. Since we've already prepped her for the EP Boards (which are still pending), we thought these were adequate lessons to make her more well-rounded.



Next to visit were Ita (aka Jill/Abuelita) and Wo-wo (aka Miguel/Abuel0), who caught the KP at her personal best. She even rounded up a social smile for Abuelo to thank him for the built in Boppy that he carries around with him just in case a small child needs to lay on his stomach. (Pawpaw has one as well.... these grandfathers are just so accommodating nowadays.)

The DQ especially enjoyed the visits because they meant that she could take more than 60 seconds to shower and even got to go to the gym guilt-free.

Actually, tomorrow, the DQ and the Editor get to go on their first real date... sans Kemper!

Should be real fun!!!!

New iPhone Commercial

I am working on a new iPhone Commercial for a select marking group.  Here is what I have so far.

• Need an application to monitor the timing and frequency of your contractions.  There's an app for that!

• Need an application to keep your baby's vital statistics (height and weight).  There's an app for that!

• Need an application to track and time each of your baby's feedings, including noting which breast and/or bottle.  There's an app for that!

• Need an application to note each time your baby lays a dirty diaper.  There's an app for that!

• Need an application to record every time your baby naps.  There's an app for that!

• Need an application to light up the room in the middle of the night so you can see your baby latch on.  There's an app for that!

• Need an application to ensure that your husband doesn't go insane with all the other applications.  There's an app for that!

iPhone.  BabyYarnoz.

Pics of the Month

These are my 3 favorite pics from the first month.

The original Burrito.

Peek-a-Boo

My favorite

KP turns 1 month!

Wow... How the time flies?

So what have we learned in the last month?

1. Well. There's no more "Couple Time"! Gone... Finito! Sayonara! Now its all about the KP and her needs! Damned if she isn't needy.
2. We've heard of how the 1st child reverts to babyhood when the 2nd one comes... But has anyone heard of the 1st pet doing the same? Wow. Poor dude. We've tried to make sure he gets his time too!
3. KP's starting to get some nicknames: Kempah P (her rap name!), Kemperpilar (say it fast, like caterpillar), Fussy Miss Fussenstuffs (sort of German), Fidget (every time I try to put the damned diaper on), Piglet (my favorite!), KP, Cranky McCrankers, Kempie, Burrito.
4. I love coming home, opening the door, and yelling: " Where ... my ... bi*%#3$ ... at ?!?!?!" Now, does the DQ like it? Hmmm....
5. KP definitely has her moments. The best: "Drunk on the Sauce" and early morning. Other times she's still pretty cute.
6. She's starting to go 4-5 hours in between feeding. Whew!
7. She definitely has her daddy's GI tract! Wow! I totally get to use the "Its the Baby!" excuse!
8. We've avoided the dreaded "Nipple Confusion". We were pretty scared about it too. I mean, wow, we couldn't have her trying to suckle on my hairy breasts, now could we?!?! That would've really been weird. Thankfully she is taking a bottle every so often and still gettin' it from the DQ!
9. The paci is our best friend! There is never a moment where it isn't in her mouth, or we're trying to put it there. I think we need like 20 of them, for all different locations in the GreenMachine.
10. Sometimes she just goes **plop** and the paci just shoots out. No warning. Then we struggle to put it back. It takes like 5 mins to do what she undid in 1 sec. Damn.
11. KP now has her own iPod. Yup. The DQ made a "mixtape" of music for her sleeping pleasure. It is all club and trance music, Postal Service and ADNY. I was a little concerned, not wanting to make my little girl a clubber. But then I sat in the rocker and listened. 2 hours later, when I woke up, I was convinced.
12. Speaking of which, I can't look at teenagers anymore. Too many cutoffs and midriff shirts! Oh god. I am only going to let her wear potato sacks. Maybe a smock. I might go the whole Amish clothing route. I wonder if I can find some of that stuff on the internet?
13. The DQ is solid and I am holding up my end of the Daddy bargain. I do my "Daddy Daycare" in the afternoons, so the DQ can go to the gym. She also runs errands and such. I should say that my Daddy Daycare is sponsored by the BabyBjorn. Those crazy Swedes concocted a nice little contraption there. She loves it. I vacuum with the Dyson, and she goes right to sleep. Must be genetic.
14. She definitely has the Yarnoz hair genetics. I am not sure how that goes for women. I'll have to ask my sister. But if that back hair starts getting curly, then we're in trouble.
15. Speaking of hair, I started getting gray chest hair. Damn. I was kind of hoping it would just fall out.
16. We've started using the G Diapers. You might ask, what does the "G" stand for? Well... it stands for Green. Hmmm... How can diapers be green, I thought they were the worst thing in the world? Well, someone somewhere made a green diaper, and the DQ found it. (actually the GC found it, but now she's the artist formally known as the GC). These things are actually pretty cute, and consist of 2 cloth diapers with removable inserts. These inserts then get discarded in the toilet. Wow, I thought, when I first heard about them, these sound awesome! The trick is that you have to do some manual manipulation of the insert prior to the toilet. Oh! Once I heard this, I was totally skeptical about the outfit. The first go around, I let the DQ do it. It actually worked well. Now we'll see if the KP can summon up one of her Tapioca Blowouts to really test it. I'll let you know.
17. We've started going to church. She actually does pretty well there, except for the fact that we're always running behind. We usually arrive about 5mins into the ceremony. The other day the DQ made some poor old man switch aisles so she could sit down on the end. He looked betwixted, but dutifully made the move. I mouthed to him later "Sorry, this is her first mass!"
18. Every time we see the priest, he asks about her. "What's the name?" Kemper. "Aww, what a cute boy?" Then we have to correct him. Then he asks "Whens the baptism?" Soon sir, soon. Now things could get interesting in the eyes of the church, if the priest tries to baptize KP as a dude. Hmmmm. This might almost be as interesting as when my baptismal church said I was already married. That might be a totally new slipup. Wow!
19. The GM reno is almost done. The new light fixtures are in. We're just waiting on some last minute electrical details and the final walk through.
20. I think we've finally solved the issue of the baby monitors. Damned things squawked more than the baby cried. Horrific shrieks of electrical interference. We tried moving it all over the house, standing on one leg, bouncing, doing the hokey pokey... Finally found the spot. Now we can sleep.
21. Speaking of sleep. I'm back on my regular schedule. I sleep like a log. Seems that I can get up, go into the nursery, pick up the KP, deliver her to the DQ, and then go right back to sleep. I forget that I do it too. My only problem is that I get confused to which side to deliver her too, and just wind up dropping her in the center.

Whew! That's all I have for now. Can't wait for Month 2 to reveal itself.

New Pics

Sorry about the delay...

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Behind the Scenes of the Most Recent Name Change

Hello, BY followers!

So, some of you might be asking, what's it like being a new daddy?

Well it's great.  The KP's amazing.  She is so adorable, especially during daylight hours.  However her big, cute eyes are not so adorable at 1 am. 

Anyway, the one thing that I haven't been able to do with my daughter is feeding.  This has been an entire DC production.  She runs the show (from her iPhone, which will be the subject of another post). 

Recently, things got a little testy:

KP: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!  waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!  fidgetfidget

ME: Hey, DC!  I think it might be time for a feeding. 

DC: Really?  I don't think so.

KP: oink oink oink... snortle snortle...  fidget

ME: Seriously, DC.  She's making her piglet noises.

DC: Nope.  It's not time yet!  The phone says so!

ME: Seriously!?!?  This girl's hungry!!!

KP: oink oink oink... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! waaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!.  oink oink...

I try to console her.  I carry her on my chest upright.... then she starts rooting in my neck.

ME: Oh, DC!!! She's rooting!!! 

Next thing I know, the KP has made her way from my neck to my nose.... and she's trying to get milk from it. 

ME: OK DC!  Game over.  She's wants food and I don't think my nose is going to produce it!

DC: oh, ok!

ME: Seriously, DC.  You hoard over this milk, dispensing like its gold (I can't argue there).  It's like you some sort of queen!!!!!

Lightbulbs flashed simultaneously!  Eureka!!!!  Name change!  Send out the press notifications!

DairyQueen! 

I love it!

New Pics Posted

New pics on Snapfish - Enjoy!

Guest Post #7: Thoughts on Motherhood from the Dairy Queen

People keep asking me to comment on what it’s like to be initiated into motherhood. I guess I should comment before it is all a blur.

Motherhood is… breathtaking. How can anyone else explain the sensation of awe and anxiety that washes over you the second you have the wherewithal to understand that you’ve reproduced part of yourself via a scant 10 centimeter space in your body? It’s inexplicable.

At first I just wanted to survive the birth and get the thing out of my body. I can honestly say that this was the most exhausted I have ever been in my life. And I’ve been sleep deprived more than a few times. Childbirth was more than just sleep deprivation – it’s the equivalent of pulling 3 all-nighters, running a 10K, bleeding half to death, and having the finger of God reach out and touch you (à la Michelangelo). It feels horrible and wonderful at the same time. I wanted to cry and throw up to celebrate the moment.

The immediate second thought: was she okay? Breathing? Healthy?

The third thought: whoa, that’s a lot of dark hair.

The rest of the two days in the hospital and two syncopal episodes are, in fact, a blur. I can say that I felt not even a shred of guilt sending Kemper off to the nursery at night, to be wheeled in every few hours for a feeding. So, no, Motherhood (with a capital M) was not all-consuming. I could still prioritize my rest over listening to her every sigh and wiggle. We were a little more conscientious at home, putting the baby monitor on the “every sigh and wiggle” setting for about a week, then deciding we would much prefer what we call the “sanity” setting. (Meanwhile, the thing still has fits of feedback that wake us more than the baby, to the extent that Mike has been known to turn the entire thing off and forget to turn back on. Thankfully we have a live 70 pound hairy baby monitor who alerts us when the baby is crying.)

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So maybe one of my favorite things so far about the whole experience is seeing my medical school genetics class in a whole new light. It’s no real secret nor is it unusual that Mike and I would obsess just a little over what our unborn child would look like. Would his potent Spanish genes completely overpower my Acadian ones? I was secretly afraid that would be true – not that I mind at all what my handsome husband looks like, but my little girl should look like me, right? Mike can wait his turn and pass on his looks to his son one day. That’s just genetic equality, in my opinion. (Not to mention that I should be rewarded in some way for all the back pain I suffered.)

The first time I went to the gym to start getting back into shape, I was Kemper-flummoxed. Sitting in front of the mirrors, doing arm curls, my mouth contorted into a little “O” and I let out a grunt. And there it was: the same little expression I see on Kemper’s face every morning before she realizes she’s very hungry. And it nearly brought progesterone-deficient tears to my eyes.

It’s truly amazing, genetics. Our two little chromosomes met each other and crossed over and voila! Kemper has my mouth and the pout to prove it. (Apparently Mike has passed on his hair color and GI tract.) And this is just the beginning… It remains to be seen whether she’ll get her father’s mild manner or her mother’s need to have everything in its place. Will the poor soul overcome our lack of athletic prowess? Will she love to read, like I do, or tinker on computers like her dad? We almost can’t wait for her to grow up and show us what other combinations those cross-overs made…. but for right now we’ll just hope for Mike’s sleeping gene and hearty appetite. The rest will come over time.

The Exorcist!

Well, it turns out that Kemper-Call is much worse than my cardiology overnight call.

Overnight Monday was the day of reckoning. How would we survive with my call and the KP? I didn't know and was very nervous. The DC was the bomb! Every time the KP cried (which actually is getting back to her honeymoon stages) the DC got up. She tried to keep me sleeping, but I woke up too.

But then, the night was over and it was time to get up.

So I got up first and showered, while leaving the DC to do her D-thing to the KP. Then I got out and toweled off. The KP was finished, and she was passed off to her daddy. Ahhh.... I love it when she's drunk on the sauce. So, I'm holding her while the DC showers. Sniff, sniff... Daddy's got a present! Well, I guess I'll go do my fatherly duties. So I paddle of to the nursery, half dressed (in boxers and scrub pants), to cleanse my KP's behind. Hamilton does his doggie duty, and follows me into the room. He likes to do this now, actually leads the way and opens the door for me... how nice!

So I put her down in the changing table. She does her usual squirming. "Damn, Fidget! Hold still." I check the outside diaper... GREEN STRIPE!!! Ah, must be ready to go! Let's look under the hood- Oh, boy was it! Baby poop was everywhere! Every crevice, up her backside... Wow! So I dutifully wipe her down. She somehow is quiet during this whole endeavor... Aw, nice girl... (I should have known better) Then I pull away the used diaper and ready the new one.... KP's grunts a little.... Hmmmmm... what's that?

I turn my head in her northern direction and look. All of a sudden she coughs and then opens up the floodgates!!! Milk shoots out of everywhere!!!! Out of her mouth! out of her nose!!! out of her freakin' ears!!! I swear I saw milk from her armpits too!!! (The DC told me when she did this earlier, but I didn't believe her!) KP spewed the stuff everywhere, while turning her head in a side to side motion. It was straight out of the Exorcist, with milk instead of vomit! Oh My GOD! I instantly jump back to dodge the streams, while letting out a frightful shriek. I hear the dog scurry from the room (man's best friend my ass). I get nailed all down my lower right scrub leg. Gross!

She finally stops (I think she unloaded like 4 gallons... wow!). And starts coughing a little. Then I assess the situation in an instant. Here I was half dressed in scrubs with milk down my lower right leg. My 2wk old daughter just spewed breakfast everywhere and now is coughing. She might be choking a little, and probably needs to be burped. I should pick her up. Then I look at her bottom.... exposed!!!! Oh crap!!! I hadn't put the diaper on!!! I instantly saw myself burping the KP, and then getting pooped on. Oh no!!! This wouldn't be good. Especially since I didn't have a shirt on and was nowhere near a burp cloth. Then I saw a picture of myself with babypoo all intertwined in my man-sweater.... Double ew! Not good. I could be washing and picking that stuff out for days. I had to make an instant decision: baby or mansweater! I knew what I had to do!

I grabbed the diaper in a flash. (Meanwhile the DC is on to the stress.... "Everything ok in there?" "Ummm.... yes.... no!") Slap the diaper on her bottom... tape each of the tabs to something... (i am not sure what)... and then scoop up the KP.

By this time the KP is blissfully asleep, breathing comfortably, without a worry in the world. Daddy, on the other hand, might need to change his scrubs (for a reason other than the milk!) I hold her, and she lets out a nice burp.... then I turn to the nursery door, and see the DC and Ham standing there, quizzical.

"Oh, we're ok now!" Then I look at dog, "Without any help from you!" He sulks a little, and backs out the door.

I pass the KP off to the DC and go back to getting dressed.

Whew!

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Week 2- The Honeymoon is Over!

Man. We're beat. Dead. Zombies.

Crazy, how things can turn on a dime.

One day we were cruisin'... thinking this baby is a dream. She got up to 2-3 hours in between feedings. Sleeping in her crib, bassinet, and even a sling. She loves the BabyBjorn... leading to the DaddyBjorn pics that are in the blog. (Somehow she even liked extra noise, including the Dyson vacuum cleaner... she is definitely the DC's kid!) We were going out and about. We went to downtown this weekend for an art festival.

Then, in a blink of our newborn's eye, it all vanished!

Gone... Like the Dodo... Sabertooth Tiger... and the Sasquatch... all extinct!!!

Unbelievable!!! What happened!?!?! We are at a loss!

She only will sleep on or near the DC! She won't go in her crib or bassinet... She won't last longer than 2 hours in between feeds... OH MY GOD!!! If she wasn't so damned cute, I would have taken her back for a refund!

Welcome to newborn hell! This is what everyone has warned (and chuckled) about.

Yesterday, I tried anything I could think... singing... pacing... bouncing... rocking... singing and pacing... bouncing and rocking... you get the picture... NADA! 3am yesterday she just looks up at me, with those amazingly cute eyes, and just stares.... No sleep for brooklyn! or kemper or daddy for that matter!!! I thought about benadryl... the DC says no! I think about some Jim Beam... the DC says hell no! Damn those motherly instincts!!!

She is off now, reading the internet sites feverishly trying to find a cure... I am wondering when that damned "Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Parents" book is going to kick in... Damn!

If it was for my medications, I think I would lose all of my hair!!!

New Pics

Big upload... Now up to 140+

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Two Weeks!!!

Well, BY Followers. Kemper has made it to two weeks.

We had our 2 week pediatrician visit today. I met the ladies at the office. KP was soooo cute in her carseat. The DC had to stop at Port City Java to get a pick-me-up.

The visit with the pediatrician went well. Kemper had a little present in her drawers for the nurse. 'See, the pooper's working!' Yay!

Then the weighin- she's gained a pound!!! That DC-produced sauce is the bomb! (I am not sure how or when we started calling it 'the sauce', but that is our callsign for the goodstuff. We originally tried 'the juice' but didn't sound right and so we made the switch.)

Then the lovely chart comes out, and she gets plotted on it. (This is really the only thing that I remember from my pediatrics rotation: you want to stay on the chart. When you fall off, that is not good. I got a little nervous, and looked over the nurses shoulder while she plotted it.) KP's on the chart! Whew!

Exam goes well. Nothing exciting to report. Then we're done.

Then I packed up the KP and put her in the hybrid, while the DC checks out. This time I had them tattoo the next appointment on the DC's forehead. (She somehow forgot this one...alas)

I had to go back to work. (Where I can deftly post to the BY blog.... yay!)