Apparently we didn't have our stuff together enough to have a baby shower before sienna was born (well, except for the "don't call it a baby-shower" baby shower), so this last week while Bree was in town we went up to boulder. Not only did we take a soak, but we also were graciously hosted by a number of fine folks from gramma dee and papa jim's churches in Butte. We played a few games (I lost the suck milk from a bottle game. those little nipples are tiny! you can't get anything out of them. kudos to babies that can. I would starve), ate amazing food, and heard some great stories from the many grammas present. We went around to say how old each person's oldest child was (to figure out how much wisdom is amassed between us all), and some were in the fifties and sixties, and one's grandkid was 31. yikes, turns out they're a lot tougher than us, and a lot nicer (a million thanks for all the gifts and advice from everyone. I don't know how we deserve your warm prayers. we feel quite humbled). Dee mentioned that we birthed at home, and while some were interested, I think many in the room had done likewise (though, as we learned, not with nearly the medical support or knowledge we had).
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At the baby shower. we heard dee
was going floral, so sienna did likewise. |
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All our pictures were backlit, except this. Thanks mystery truck!
and perfect timing to catch the smilin babes.
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So it turns out that babies float. Laura failed to mention this after
their last swimming session (didn't want to spoil the surprise). For a while
I was pulling her around,no support on the bum and not really any
on her head either.
Needless to say, I am rather jealous.
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Why did no one ever tell me that I had this much hair on my back.
C'mon guys, throw me a bone here. |
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