Way Too Many Baby Pics
Last Friday, Uncle Brett Savage met us at Loantaka Park in Morris Township.
It was good to see him, and good to get out of the house.
Don’t let the sweet photos fool you—Charlotte is not always a happy baby.
We need to make a flip-book. Keep reading for more…
Inspired by Michael Phelps, Baby Charlie went for the Gold in Tummy Time.
The best email of the week came from my friend and co-worker Ethan: “I hope Charlotte is enjoying the Olympic gymnastics. Some of the Chinese women are only a month or two older than she is.”
In the Parental Endurance Medley, Ellen and I felt like Alicia Sacramone all week. My generous paternity leave credits ran out, and sleep was hard to come by in Livingston. At our pediatrician’s suggestion, we made a formula switch today. We’ll keep you posted. If it works, we’ll keep you posted much more often.
Why all the Olympic references? Well, Ellen and I are averaging 8 viewing hours per day—in our household, Alicia Sacramone is a household name. At 2am the other morning, we were wide awake for Lithuania vs. Argentina beach volleyball. We’re going to have all our kids in Olympic years. I really hope the Democratic and Republican conventions are this entertaining. (If not, I hope Charlotte is sleeping more.)
Last week’s bath pics seemed popular. Here are a couple more from last night’s cleaning.
She remains mildly amused by bath time.
Other new things Charlotte likes: running water, my glasses, the breeze.
Also, when I sing her the FreeCreditReport.com song.
(”I was shopping for a new car, which one’s me? A cool convertible or an SUV?”)
We headed to Ellen’s family’s house down the Jersey Shore today. In the words of Jerry Seinfeld to George Costanza, “Why play man to man when you can play a zone?”
Bailey, for one, is enjoying the extra attention.