Little Edie is doing very well home here on day five of life after birth. And she is working hard on getting less little. Our hungry munchkin gives us this not-so-subtle mug as often as every forty-five minutes. And so goes my existence as a baby au lait machine.
My midwife has been by the house every day since the birth. That is standard practice in Germany, whether you deliver in a hospital or birth house and it is wonderful. She is very happy with baby's progress, and even happier with Edie's cool American duds. I told her today how much baby clothes cost in the US compared to Germany and she suggested that I never buy anything in Germany. Save for some baby liederhosen and a onesie with a pretzel on it, we'll probably follow that advice for the most part.
Will is taking two weeks off from work, but he is running himself ragged with baby work. He is a diligent poopy diaper counter, alternately found either muttering lamentations over Edie not pooping or rejoicing over her active digestive system. This kid is very loved.
Amma (what Edie will call her grandmother / my mom) is equally busy making muffins, ironing sleep sacks and authoring her own blog. I keep expecting her to not show up one day, casting off the shackles of her self-imposed servitude. But luckily, grandbabies are magical and Edie keeps her coming back for more.
As for me, I'm even getting some reading done these days.
On that picture she's looks like she's thinking "I'm opening my mouth now au lait machine, you better be here quick or else..."
ReplyDeleteShe looks absolutely adorable little e, and by the looks of it she's taking the growing thing seriously, I mean day 5 and she's already filling in?:) I think your produce has more to do with cream than milk there cousin.
Yes, calm before the storm :) sometimes she gives me a little eye contact as a reward, as if to say "hey there, big lady. I also love you for your mind."
ReplyDeleteThere is always more to every story. Rakel calls this angel a burrito and Will, when he's not ooohhing and aaahhing refers to her as monkey. I mostly speak and sing to her in Icelandic. She loves it.
ReplyDeletelol, I mean why have kids if you can't even have a little bit of fun on their expense? Esp when their too young to answer back.
ReplyDeleteI remember when Sophie and Lizzy were around two monthsold or so, I decided to go for a walk while their Dad kept an eye on them. When I returned from my walk, both of them were screaming their displeasure, and I got a look that let me know that I had better not try taking any more walks anytime soon-lol!
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