06/07 1ere semaine/ 1st week

Je suis en vacances pour les prochaines semaines, apres les trois jours ereintants que je viens de passer au boulot la semaine derniere...
(Mais non, je plaisante!...)
Alors comme d'habitude, 11 hrs de planeur, et le reste a s'occuper de Florence. Ca commence a aller mieux, on commence a trouver un rythme. Meme qu'elle se calme quand on lui fait jouer le role de Cowboy!
Helas, demain la maman de Kate rentre chez elle dans le Texas. Dommage, elle fut une aide importante, elle va nous manquer!

Howdy Cowboys and Cowgirls!

Welcome to Florence's 6th week of life - our 6th week of Baby Boot Camp! And low (or is it loll and behold??) and behold, just as the greenhorns aboard the crab boats which fish in the frigid Alaskan waters, so, too, did Richard and I begin to get our baby sea legs wherein it was either sink or swim - do or die. And so, we did - swim that is!!!

We learned the signs of pending poop, the scream which details a pee filled diapie, and the sweet, searing sounds which detail "I'm tired!" or "Feed me now!" Luckily, Florence, being the li'l genius she is, took pitty on us old fart greenhorns and helped us along the way, save she starve to death, guiding us toward meeting her never ending list of needs.

Also thanks to our li'l girl, we were able to fully switch to direct breastfeeding, something which I in no way give myself credit for - she's just a natural. And despite our horrid start in the hospital, she started up again like a trooper.

We also had the help of Grandmama, my Mom, in from good ol' Texas to help us greenhorns, giving way to her veteran knowledge, answering our many myriad of questions like "is poop supposed to look like that!??" "does she have a fever??" "is she deaf?" "why is she coughing?" "is she supposed to act that way???" etc. etc. etc. Never does one develop such a resounding case of hypochondria as when one has their first child.

So, alas, with the week drawing to a close we're setting our gold stars of accomplishment on our chests, pround parental peacocks, showing off our newly honed skills - diaper changing, diaper rash abating, feeding, burping, rocking, hugging, snuggling, etc. etc. All very important in the realm of babyhood. Never have so few been so proud of so much.

So for now we bid adieu and set off for another weekly adventure sailing along the seas of parenthood, captained by dear, sweet Florence, veteran seafarer, having sailed for nine months inside momie's stomach.

So, a bientot. Good toes!

Oh how we love our little girl! Let us count the ways! Signed, Mom