The orangutan No No is Emily’s hair stylist:
Momma was sleepy today:
The doctor said Emily is 8 pounds, 10 ounces, which puts her in the 25th percentile for her age.
Momma and Daddy expected to be surprised by many things about Emily, but they surely didn’t think she’d be such an underachiever.
Emily is almost four weeks old!
It seemed like a normal day ...
... until it was time for Emily’s first bath:
Despite what the video suggests, she survived:
My sister Emily is filling out a little bit:
She’s also more alert:
My sister is a cow:
I’ll be nicer this time. Here she is with Momma:
Tummy Time with me:
Daddy sometimes struggles to find something new to photograph:
I went to the doggy doctor today, and Emily wore appropriately supportive “Puppy Pal” attire:
We cannot explain her predilection toward the thrust fist:
Emily seems to be making eyes at her Momma:
She also has a bouncy seat that buzzes and makes music:
Emily is almost three weeks old:
A new video:
I want them back!
A rare moment of quiet:
Mostly there’s fussin’ of some sort, and a dog can’t get much sleep.
This picture’s about me, isn’t it?
Fine:
Apropos of nothing related to Emily, in 2005 on a cruise my parents ran across my cousin in Mexico:
He’s a boy.
My sister Emily is now a little too big for preemie clothes (Emily’s note: I am not a preemie!) and a little too small for newborn clothes, such as this outfit:
Incidentally, I heartily approve of this ensemble:
Emily has a new belly button:
It’s addition by subtraction. Here’s the stump that fell off.
Gross. I wanted to eat it.
But they didn’t let me.
They always liked her better.
... over these six pounds, nine ounces of terror:
... but Girl Power is for real:
Crusty eyes and all:
I think we might end up friends:
Don’t her feet look better?
My Grammatius bought flowers for my Momma for having Emily:
Daddy said Emily looks especially pretty today:
Maybe a little less so when the camera’s too close:
Me, Momma, and Emily:
My Grammerly and Gramperly showed up today:
And Emily had a party in her honor. There are some presents in the background:
She has a widow’s peak:
And a chocolate bar makes her look even tinier than she is:
And then quickly calmed by her mother:
Whoever thinks that newborns don’t register excitement has never met my little sister Emily:
They say that black stump will become a belly button:
Until then, it looks better when you zoom out:
My money’s on an outie.
Our first full day at home was pretty quiet. I’m acting quite cowed by my little sister:
Baby pictures are boring. Here’s a monkey:
Both Emily and I came home today. I’m not sure what to make of this thing.
But at least she’s in a cage.
Babies aren’t always perfect, even to their parents. For example:
Then again:
I still haven’t seen my little sister, but here are some pictures.
Day 1:
Day 2:
I’m spending a few days with my Aunt Kim, but Daddy has filed the following report:
Pamela gave birth to Emily Alexandra at 12:25 a.m. on Friday, February 1, 2008, at Trinity at Terrace Park in Bettendorf, Iowa. Both came through the ordeal alive and well.
Emily weighed 5 pounds, 5.2 ounces, was 18 inches long, and had 10 fingers, 10 toes, and everything else she was supposed to. (One official footprint suggests that she only has three toes on one foot; don’t believe it. And reports of a tail were grossly overstated.)
She was delivered by cesarean section after two days of labor activities, which made apparent that this little girl was not going to come out the natural way. Who knows from where she got those stubbornness genes? I got to do the ceremonial ribbon-cutting, and they said I didn’t screw it up too badly.
We expect Pamela and Emily to be released from the hospital no later than Monday, February 4. Send congratulations to Pamela at pamelak42@hotmail.com. She’d love to hear from you.
Thank you for all your kind thoughts and your generosity over the past nine months. We are grateful and elated that Emily arrived safe and healthy, and we look forward to sharing her with you, especially those of you willing to babysit.
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