Angela's Birthday

This post is way way overdue, but Angela had her birthday a few weeks ago. We went out to a wonderful dinner with her parents, and I hope that she thought it was terrific. Me, I would have liked to have managed a better opportunity to tell her that I could not be happier we're married. That Violet and I are lucky to have her. That our little family is the best dream I ever had. That she's a real peach of a lady, and I'm excited to be on this adventure with her. Sorry for the late post, and happy birthday, sweetheart.

AM time with V

Angela often (read: always) takes more (read: all of the) time with Violet overnight, and I try to help out first thing in the morning. She's pretty cute just around that time, and I feel I'm getting a pretty sweet deal here.

I'm having coffee. She's having a doughnut.
 

               

I love my Liberace outfit

This is not Violet. This is some other clown.

Three Months

Violet turned three months last week. Crazy. Time really does fly. Over the past month she has changed so much and I hate to think that I am going to just forget it all. So, I'm going to bore all of our many (read: very few. Hi family!) readers with some mundane details of my beautiful baby's life.

Likes: Waking up at 5am, waking up multiple times a night to hang out with mom, taking naps in the swing, her new standing up toy(see above), working out in the play gym, trying to make out with Lamaze the dog, eating her right hand, sitting at the dinner table with the adults, slow walks outside.
So over it: Dad's patented leg moves, the pacifier, all of her cute newborn clothes.
Dislikes: Waiting even one second to eat once she's hungry, taking naps in her crib, sleeping at night, staying in one place for more than 5 minutes.

I'm not saying I love Anne Geddes's photos. I'm just saying I understand.

Look, babies are just really cute. They're cute sitting around, cute naked, cute in diapers, etc. Given that a parent is obligated to dress them, one can't be blamed for getting a pretty intense desire to dress them in adorable clothes. Moreover, babies make everything around them slightly more wonderful, and I feel that it's a natural extension of this temptation that leads otherwise rational people to place babies in progressively more ridiculous outfits and bizarre scenarios. 

Boring. Not Violet.

Boring. Not Violet.

Boring. Not Violet.

On a completely unrelated note, we took the following amazing pictures of Violet a couple of months ago.  

Just a few from Angela's birthday from Nonnie

On snoozing and squeeking

Here are pictures of Violet doing what she should be doing AT NIGHT. Sleeping! Do you hear me, Vi!?! Take pity on your poor mother!

 

Just when I start to pretend to be frustrated, she talks to us like this, and my little grinch heart grows three sizes.

If we can hack it, we may be starting a little sleep training in the next few days. Wish us luck.

Soundtrack

Some people sing kids' songs to their kids. Violet has been giving us crap about the songs we sing her, and she insisted on a post revealing the aural abuse she suffers at home.

Miracle Blanket. When we need it, we sing this.

We stay out too late. Violet says this.

And for those of you wondering about the url we chose, this song is one of our favorites. Don't get too into the meaning or you'll get depressed, but it's a perfect, heartfelt, wonderful song.

When dad picks out my outfit...

Morning smiles before work

So I went back to work last week, which was incredibly hard. The only thing that has made it easier is having my mom in Ann Arbor to take care of Vi for the month. Ted had said going back was really hard but that being away did make the times together that much sweeter. And he was definitely right. Here are a few photos from this morning before I left for work.