Holler Ween

This photo shoot didn’t turn out quite like I imagined it. But, isn’t that how you get the best pictures? Presenting: Baby’s first Halloween…

The pumpkin:

The squash:

Together for one night only:

Bathtime = Wrathtime

Tillie finally had her first bath this week—no, please don’t call child protective services. We couldn’t soak her per doctor’s orders until her umbilicus fell off, which is why we waited until Week 3. Obviously taking after her hoarding mother, she was retaining that stinking, crusty thing for sentimental reasons. Boy did she smell after three weeks of non-stop vomiting!

Here are the three stages of bath time wrath.

1. Curious:

2. Concerned:

3. Enraged:

Her clean, fragrant softness lasted maybe 15 minutes before she puked again. That’s my girl!

Cute Front

It finally got chilly here in Austin. I spent a whole day worrying about how I was going to keep my little babe warm in cold weather when a friend kindly pointed out that the stack of baby quilts that I have should do the trick. Uhm…is that what baby quilts are for? I’ve been making them for years, but for some reason it is very different to actually “use” one on your own baby. I’m so pleased with the results!

The Cutest Little Number

Oh my god, we made a taxpayer! This is the first piece of mail that we have received in Tillie’s name. Why is it so exciting to finally see her name in print? Poor little thing will some day have to pay taxes. She will have to protect herself from identity theft. She will need this number to open bank accounts, get jobs, apply for student loans, and convince customer service people she is who she says she is over the phone. But first, she has to develop a little signature. What will it look like? I can’t wait to find out!

Tillie Bean

She finally sprouted just two weeks ago today. I'm completely in love. Every feeling is so sappy that I'm not sure I can even blog about it (would get shut down by the coolness police). She has five modes:

1. Sleepy
2. Wakey
3. Hungry and Angry
4. Soiled and Angry
5. Eating

Here are my two favorites:

Emerging from Nap

I am officially a stay-at-home mom. Well…that is, if I wanted to call myself that I could. And well…except for the “mom” part. I still haven’t had the baby. However, I finished my last freelance job this morning, and now I am actually free…and lanced. It was a nightmare, as my previous vitriolic post indicated. I had to stay up all night once again to meet the deadline, went to bed at 11 am in the morning. I also had to enlist three poor souls to help me over the weekend. In the end, I made very few dollars per hour. When I complain in one month about how I miss the intellectual stimulation of being a professional writer, slingin’ les mots for la dough, please remind me of this day: a day in which many margaritas were needed yet none could be partaken in.

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