I know she changes daily...

I can't keep up with her changes to document her properly on the blog. Too little sleep, too much time holding her (b/c she likes to be held when she sleeps during the day. Yah, that has got to stop soon...)

So here are some new ones to keep the grandmas satiated.
me and all the babies - that Scupper is too much...

Stella's First Bath

Enjoy! - and yes, we are bathing her in our thrift store turkey roaster pan for the time being... and you know what - it works pretty darn well. Best $6 i ever spent, and it's getting more uses than the one time we used it for Thanskgiving this past year. ;)

the grandparents

Some how, my camera didn't have a pic of Grandmum Judy, but here are the other three - Grammy Z, Granddad Ed, and Grandpop Steven - all adoring Stella fans... Grammy Z and Steven are by far the best storytellers. My mom with fantastical tales, and Steven with tales of historical intrigue. It was awesome to listen to...

Surprise!

Introducing -

the newly married Steve Gerlach and Aimee Zygmonski!
Yes, that's right. We finally did it. On Saturday night, when both sets of parents were in town to meet each other for the second time in our ten years of being together, we told them to "dress nice" Sunday morning because we were all headed to Sunset Cliffs to get married.

Needless to say, their jaws dropped.

So we did it. We did it because both sets of parents were in town, and we didn't have to plan to much.

We did it because it's easier to claim Stella as a dependent this coming year for tax purposes.

We really did it for Stella.

And I guess, we finally decided to do it for us - you know, considering it's been 10 years and all.

Steve surprised me by giving me a ring - we had initially agreed to not do them, but I have to be a girl and say, it's really pretty. ;)

Our wonderful friends Bob and Lisa helped us hatch the plan, and were so gracious to host the most beautiful wedding brunch a couple could have, and our friend Dave officiated.

We ended our "first" married day by climbing into bed exhausted at 9pm with Miss Stella Ruth finally quieting to sleep.

Ah, married life.

Welcome to the new blog!

Just thought this address might be easier than anything else - and for many of you, the original blog address didn't make any sense to begin with.

More pics of Stella Ruth coming soon as soon as I can be with it long enough to download new photos. Let's just say that sleep is at a premium these days...

She was SUPPOSED to come today

Today was Stella's due date. Ha. Little bugger came 10 days early. But that's ok. That is 10 more days we've had to spend with her.

We're a little tired (duh) but Grammy Z has been awesome about doing so much around the house - from cleaning the house, doing the laundry, and holding the little one so I can nap and Steve can work on the van. I'm a little nervous about what I'm going to do here by myself when all the family has left. Eek. Not going to think about that now.

Here are some pics, because I figure that's what everyone would like to see. She continues to change and grow each day. And I think we're starting to figure her out a bit more. Our most recent observations is that she goes from 0 to 60 in about 2 seconds when she realizes she's hungry. Wow. It's like, oh yes, i'm a bit fussy to "FEED ME NOW WOMAN." Hey, at least she knows what she wants, right?

Dad does the football hold really well.
I'm thinking very very hard.

She constantly finds ways to get out of her swaddle. We call this pose "Samurai Baby."

Post-milk hangover.
I'm afraid to say that she takes after me in this whole forehead crease thing... Steve constantly takes his finger and smooths out my forehead crease when I'm stressed and it seems that we're going to have to do this for her too. Ah well. Those first born Type A girls...

The word of the day is projectile

Yes kids - projectile - from both ends.

Steve went to change a wet diaper this morning and got more than he bargained for - 4 - count them - FOUR - explosive poos out her butt as she lay there on the changing table. By the 3rd one, we were laughing so hard that we didn't even realize number 4 shot out. Needless to say, the pad, the pad cover, her clothes, my shirt... it's just a damn good thing we have a washer and dryer that's ours.

Then later today as i was feeding her, the most explosive projectile of milk came shooting out of her mouth. Not when i was burping her, mind you, but as just was about to roll her off the boob and pick her up to burp her. Amazing.

So there you go folks. the word of the day is P-R-O-J-E-C-T-I-L-E.

And here are some pics to enjoy.

Steve the baby whisperer

Scupper meets his new sister.

Stella helps Mommy check her email.