In which giant baby has been hitting the bottle.

Tutus and tuxedos day at daycare

I am horrified to admit it, but I did indeed by the baby a tutu.  But - but! - this was in support of an event at daycare.  And, possibly, if I am to be totally honest, in hopes of dressing up Gus as well.  I have promised the Ouma lots of photos, so here are a few, at least.  So far, none of Gus as a pretty pretty princess, but we'll work on that.

"No black socks," he says.  "She looks like an emo cabbage patch doll," he says.  Apparently babycakes agrees.

A baby accessory!  I felt like she needed a little something.  No baby-sized pearls, so a rattle bracelet was good enough.  How sad, baby, that you should be settling for mediocrity already.  Try to care just a little, will you?

Miss T and her daughter looked amazing.  Pink sparkly eye shadow and all.  June was very under-dressed.  And that tutu being dragged across the floor there was lovingly hoooome maaade, out of fair-trade organic tulle with hemp thread and all natural dyes, no doubt.  (Pot, kettle, whatever.)

And, I'll add, to get the coordinated pants effect, we had to use pants that were perhaps a little too small.  All hopes that I would somehow magically dress my baby better than myself are dashed.  At least she matches?

When garden cats attack

Somehow this cat cannot keep away from the baby.  We come home, both cats are sleeping in the cosleeper.  We walk into the baby's room two minutes later, Garden Cat is sleeping in the crib.  We walk downstairs, Garden Cat is waiting for us on the couch, ready to jump onto the baby's head.  It's not that the Garden Cat has suddenly realized her heart is two sizes too small; she hasn't.  It's apparently just something about the babycakes that transforms the Garden Cat into an approximation of a loving animal.

Caught in the act, Garden Cat!

So fine, that might be Pete.  They're both jerks.

That would be the baby crowded into the very corner of the crib.  Nice job, jerk cat.

  

The return of grandma and gramp!

Looking forward to the return of grandma and gramp next week after a summer away in the Adirondacks. Time for catching up on giant baby squishes. Here is a photo of the very first giant baby squish with grandma in anticipation of all those to come.

Baby pattern baldness

She looks a little ridiculous. No hair on top, a little still high up in the back, and a definite mullet making itself known. Hopefully this will not be her go-to look in the future.

Daycare update

Courtesy of the amazing Miss T. at daycare. Miss T's daughter is a big fan of the Junebug and usually makes a beeline for her when we arrive.

Let sleeping babies lie

Last of the catching up: in which Grandpa (really?) squishes a baby and makes her laugh, and Mikayla squishes a baby and makes her cry

Dad and the baby bounced around the room very happily, watching TV, checking out old posters, and critiquing Beatles albums.  Mikayla, sitting so adorably at the table, has not yet picked up the happy-baby-bouncing technique, but we'll work on her. 

 

And with that, we are finally posting in real time, baby.  (Or rather, here is another opportunity to fall behind for a few months.)

August 7, 2013

Nearly caught up: Brunching baby!

August 4, 2013

No mocking the baby so early in the morning!

Actually, this is probably in the evening.  E really gets his mock on in the evening.

This deserves to stand alone

Catching up 97: "All about me"

Daycare asked for an "All About Me" poster for Juniper that will hang over her crib. I think I nailed it.

The front.

 

 

 

 

 

The back. 

It seemed a little depressing the part the baby could actually see would be blank, so I took matters into my own hands.  My favorite thing about this is everyone seems to have a distinct favorite; however, everyone seems to agree on the fact that this is a little creepy.  They have not yet hung it up at daycare, nearly a month later... 

Catching up VI: Giant Baby goes technicolor

Babycakes got a raging case of thrush that wasn't entirely responsive to nystatin.  We therefore went old school and found some gentian violet, only available at one pharmacy in town. This is some potent stuff; a little q-tip makes for an enormous explosion of color.   (It also worked amazingly well.)  Sadly, I restrained myself from applying some quite unnecessarily to her ears and nostrils.  Next time.

Catching up V: 1-3 months old

Baby camouflage

One of the very first smiles, here exhibited on the changing table.  For some reason, this baby loves the changing table and is at her most outgoing there.  Please god, let's hope she becomes a little more reserved when she has no pants on.

Sausage arms!

Babycakes fit in her baby tub for about a month.  After that point, she became much too large to be in there if unable to sit up.  On to the bath tub!  She generally loves the bath, after the initial panic wears off, anyhow.  Lowering her into the tub, her face gets this look as though she thinks she's falling right into the deepest pits of hell - absolute terror! - that quickly resolves into quiet enjoyment, or at least mild resignation.

This is my absolute favorite, although she looks a bit like Andy Richter in the bottom right image.