Keep Smiling

Smacky and I have been making the most of our last days together before I go back to work. Tonight we had a fun bath with strawberry soap, floating, and swimming (practically!). I even managed to keep her from crying when the shower curtain fell down. Phew!

Today we went for a walk down Hawthorne to do a few errands, and in the morning we went to babies R us for diapering supplies with Granny.

Here is smacky lying across my chest on the couch, the place that we sit for pumping and noshing. Basically, the baby kitchen. Last week we had some work started on the house which left 3-4 inch holes surrounding the back door- brrr! The weather is in the 60s this week and today our handyman sprayed insulation into the cracks so smacky didn't have to wear her snowman fleece like in this picture.

Red Haired Smack

Just so I have evidence that I, a brown haired, brown-eyed, half Japanese woman had a baby with red hair, I took a photo.

Yes, it's the back of her head, but you've seen the top- she's bald!

And you can see her birthmark, too. I thought it was a scar from the internal monitoring device they used during her birth, but my midwife told me otherwise.

Logistics

Is that toy too close, do you think?

Smacky's Motto: Be Prepared

Smacky was ready for her soup in this shot, giving a shout-out to SF and prepared for the inevitable spills with a handy napkin. (Which didn't do the photograph any good but it saved her ducky onesie.)

Swedish Sock Massage

Smacky had the opportunity to get one of those relaxing sock massages when we were in the bay area, so of course she took it.


I'm not sure, but I think it was even better than a deep tissue massage, which is my favorite.

Ah, the relaxing power of socks. (Gold Toe, even!)

Too Hot, Mommy!

It's gotten down into the low fifties at night lately, but probably not cold enough during the day to warrant this cozy snowsuit.

Smacky lay on the pillow as I carried in the groceries this afternoon, too swaddled, as you can see, to move.

Smacky Rides Bart

Smacky and I traveled yesterday to the mission district of San Francisco, over elevated platforms and through tunnels, up and down elevators and ending with her strapped to my chest and me carrying the stroller up a flight of stairs. (That stroller's heavy!) The BART (bay area rapid transit) is very organized, although if you don't know what you're doing, you could end up going the wrong way on the wrong train and almost being late for dinner.

Here is a photo of Aurora trying to suck her thumb on the BART headed to Oakland, which is the opposite of where we wanted to go. Luckily I realized in time and we got back on a train going the other way to Berkeley. Whew! Smacky did cry when she thought we were lost but got over it quickly.