|Six perfect pounds : )|
(You'd think I'd only be obsessed with my own child, but man I have so much love for all of my friends' babies!)
She's so expressive and has such fluffy hair - we can't get enough of her! Kat, her mom, is the BEST, and I'm so glad we get to be mommies together : ) Kat's real name is Katlin, but I started calling her Kat back in high school, and it's stuck ever since. It seemed only fitting that her daughter have a fitting nickname too: Austin had the genius idea to call her Kitty. Perfect!
Also, on a completely different note, we bought a TUB of used legos for just $10. Austin and I were so pumped! I think we are more excited than our kids will be. We grew up on legos and still get a thrill from building pyramids or using the little lego stretcher and all the lego people. Obviously Natalie can't exactly build legos right now, but for years to come we will have this huge vat of 'gos for all out kids - we hope they will love it as much as we do!
When I was younger, my parents had a similar tub of legos, an amalgamation of different mismatched sets, remnants of bins that were falling apart, and legos other kids had left at our house. These were all the small, normal sized legos though (infinitely more dangerous). My brothers and I thought it would be a good idea to torture our youngest brother, Sam, with these legos. We would dump them out in a pile on the living room floor (my feet are cringing even thinking about it - if you've never stepped on a lego, you don't know the agony involved) and then I would pick up Sam's legs, Jack or Max would pick up the arms, and we would swing him over the legos until we let go. I can still remember the sickening scrunch of all those deadly legos meeting Sam's back. We called this a Lego Drop, and did it pretty frequently. I'm not sure how we got away with it, but Sam is still alive today, so no worries. When asked about it recently, he only said, "They say that childbirth is the most painful bodily experience. They haven't experienced a Lego Drop."
(We also used to put him in a sleeping bag head first, push him down the stairs, punch him on the landing until he fell down the rest of the stairs, and then kick him until he could emerge. We called this the Pumpkin Bag. I won't even get into a game we called Slavery and Freedom. We had a fun childhood.)
Anyway, legos should be a part of every childhood, so we are now in the lego club again.
|they are all duplo/megablocks - we'll upgrade eventually|
|so, in the tub they went with some Ivory soap|
|and, voila! clean, ready-for-fun legos|