Mmm. Boppy.

What began as boppy tummy time ...

Quickly became boppy snack time.

Pickle. Check.

Boppy. Check. Zinc Oxide. Check. Dresses, Onesies and Jams. Check. Diapers and Duck Towel. Check and Check. The Little Miss and I just about all packed up and we've managed to fit it all in two (kinda giant) bags (plus car seat and carry on).

In order to keep it to just these two bags we're packing a small camera instead of our usual gear. The quality isn't the best but I'm pretty sure we won't be the only ones happily snapping pictures over the next three weeks. Here's a test shot of the babe in her pickle suit (her little green swaddling blanket).

She's been napping for two hours. For the middle of the day this is a hands-down record and I hardly know what to do with myself.

In just twenty-four hours we'll be setting foot in Ottawa. Although we're a bit nervous about the half-cross-country journey, we're absolutely looking forward to markets and sushi and sunshine and sweet friends.

Closeted

I cleaned out my closet today. R took the wee one downstairs for an hour and I cleaned my closet. Instead of sleeping or eating or reading. There's something about having a clean closet that can pull you (okay me) through even the most dense chaos. Cat just spilled berry ice tea on the white sheets - that's okay my closet is clean. Baby puke on my freshly washed shirt and already ten minutes late leaving the house - no problem did I mention my closet? Almost as powerful as fresh school supplies in September.

The Stuff of Dreams

Lights, Camera, Action

Frances aced her second doctor's appointment yesterday. It was her one month check up and she is gaining weight like a tiny champion sumo. She was 7 pounds 8 ounces when she was born but dropped to 6.12 before we left the hospital (a seemingly huge drop but we were assured by everyone that is was all very normal). At her two week check-up she was back up to 7.5 and in the last 14 days she has gained a whopping 13 ounces!

She should be gaining between half an ounce and an ounce a day and so is definitely tipping the top of this formula. It's so nice to know that she is officially on the up and up and that its not just us conjecturing on what we think are her increasingly chubby cheeks and fingers.

Also on Friday (well Thursday) ... Grandma went home. After a whole month of wonderful help with laundry and dinners and dishes and baby and so much delicious baking ... now there really are three. We've survived our first few days flying solo and even managed to wash some sheets and blankets (although dinner tonight was undercooked hot dogs since I didn't have time to relight the bbq after it blew out and I'm learning to choose between going pee and brushing my teeth).

This means too that its time to dust off my camera and take over the hefty task of documenting the early days of Miss Moon. Eek. I may need to enlist the fur brothers as assistants (and build them tiny wagons for toting about the lighting equipment and backdrops and teach them about the rule of thirds).

It's a Girl ... No Really

Hi. Nice to meet you. My name is Cuteness.