She Sews!

I've gotten a little sewing done over the past couple of days- in addition to the 3 little bibs, I made 2 lined clutch cases, and an appliqued onesie. Technically, I robbed the onesie idea from someone off Etsy, but that's ok right? I'm excited that I got to use some of my vintage buttons from my most fav. place in the whole world- the Alemany flea market in SF.

60 days of Maggie and......lots o' shots!

Sweet Maggie Jo turns 2 months old today! It is hard to believe, in part because it seems like she has always been here, yet 2 months is not a long time..Lets see, she had her 2 month check up today and now weighs in at 11.7 lbs and is a whopping 23 1/2 inches long (95th percentile). She also got- 3 SHOTS! It goes against all of your parental instinct to hold your 2 month old down on a paper covered table while she screams bloody murder. It has been a rough afternoon- poor baby woke up from a nap and just cried/screamed- "she might be fussy" Doc said- fussy is not an accurate assessment. After some grape Tylenol (yum), and a long bath she conked out at 5:30, so we shall see what the night has in store...

What else- hmmm??? Well, I sewed some cute baby bibs as seen here- they turned out pretty well, very simple, but nice instant gratification- if you like that sort of thing.

Annie Leibovitz watch out!

So somewhere in all the crap that was thrust upon us in the months prior to Maggie's birth, (come on people, you know we really didn't need that toy keyboard with the stuck keys from 1989-two words here: Goodwill- please.) there was a book entitled "How to Photograph Your Baby". Until now it has been officially ignored on Maggie's dresser- I say until now, because as soon as someone sees my photos I will be forced into the limelight as photography's the next best thing. Just kidding. Seriously though, I am glad I have a digital because I took about 100 pictures to get 4 or 5 that looked ok. It was fun though... for me. Maggie? Not so sure she dug it that much. Oh well, it will pay off to be this obsessive someday- I just know it. Here are a few pics.

Addendum to the above statement:

This is to everyone (no Mom it wasn't crap, just being funny) that gave us stuff for Maggie- thank you, we got a lot of nice things and we do appreciate it.

Demotivational Posters Rock

I have spent a good portion of free time this morning laughing my arse off looking at demotivational posters on the internet. So many- so little time....

Good Friends. Good Weekend.

Our friends Zo and Kate came up for the weekend from Las Vegas. We haven't seen them since their wedding in September, so it was great! It was also our first big outing since Maggie was born. She spent the night (yes the whole night!) at Grandma Ollie's. She did fine, it was Mom that broke down- just a little when we left her Sat. night :(
She did great though, for Grandma, even drank good from her bottle. We picked her up the next day and went with Zo and Kate to Estes Park- it was beautiful, only about 78 degrees when we got there. It even treated us to a mountain thunderstorm which cooled things off even more.

Amiel's Ailments

Poor Cinci- it has been a rough week. First off, it has been between 95-100 degrees for like 20 days or something, and we bake in our little brick house with no A/C. Maggie and I pretty much spend all our time in the basement during the day. Amiel has been working outside and comes home to our hot box every night. If you know Cinc at all you know how warm blooded he is anyway and much he sweats. I mean, it can be 32 degrees and he will be sweating. This week with all the heat he came down with a mean case o' tinea cruris (if you really want to know, look it up) a very friendly little fungus. We are um, sparing you the picture on this one even though he wanted to post it. Then he cut his knee and it turned all red, streaky and hot-and we found out he had cellulitis. If that wasn't enough he was cutting metal of some sort at work and it sparked off into his eyes (and no he wasn't wearing his googles)- and they had to pick tiny metal pieces out of his eyes and face with tweezers- fun, fun. So please pour on all the sympathy you can for poor Puddin- he needs you.