Happy Halloween!

Gerber Baby

I spent the majority of Monday carting Sophia around the hospital. Lots and lots of smiles and comments. “She’s perfect!” “Her skin is so beautiful!” “She’s pretty.” “Hey, buddy!” (what?)

I got one, “She doesn’t look like you, Travis” (with mutters of agreement from other co-workers in the room, and four, “Wow, she looks just like you.” Go figure.

But the comment I got most often was, “She’s a Gerber baby!” Which I guess means she’s so perfect and beautiful that she could be a little baby model.

That’s my girl.

Some new pictures up, several of Bodhi’s last day here at the house. Ever. The last post said Brad and Elizabeth were taking him. Didn’t work out. I’ll be taking Bodhi to his new home in Penfield tomorrow morning. I’ll write about it this weekend, perhaps.

Quick Updates

Lots of new pictures up, many of Carter. We had a blast at his first b-day party. You can be sure we’ll be throwing a huge one for Sophia next summer.

Speaking of b-days, the birth of Eric and Sarah’s baby is coming up really soon! Just a few weeks to go until the due date. Sophia can’t wait to meet her new cousin. She told me so.

Sophia has now graduated into 3-6 month clothing. Check out the new “Daddy’s Little Pumpkin” shirt in the new pictures.

Old Navy baby clearance rocks, by the way.

Bodhi has left the building. Carter has a new dog, at least for now. I’ll post the story later. I miss him, but at least he’s right up the road.

Sick Baby…Only Not Really

Tricia and I are both sick, with whatever this cold is that has all of Western NY feeling like their heads are about to ’splode. We’ve been trying not to give it to Sophia. Today was a good day, and she actually took really good naps. She had her bath, we had just applied the lotion, and we were about to wrap her up to sleep for the evening, when Daddy suggested that we take her temp quickly, just to make sure.

Mommy holds Sophie; Daddy sticks thermometer in ear.

102.4

Panic mode. Defcon 5. Red terror alert. Whatever. Mommy got the packet from the pediatrician.

Tricia: “It says if the rectal temperature is over 100.4, to call immediately.”
Travis: “Do we have a rectal thermometer?”
Tricia: “I don’t know.”
Travis: “Can you use the ear one to take a rectal temperature?”
Tricia, holding thermometer up: “Would you want that shoved up your butt?”
Travis: “No.”

So I went ahead and called the pediatrician’s answering service, who told me triage would be calling soon. Then we took the ear temperature again.

96.8

What?

A few more times: 99.8. 97.8. 98.5. 97.2. 98.8. What’s going on here?

Finally, we found a thermometer that we could stick up…well, you know. We got out the Vaseline.

Tricia: “Do you want to do it?”
Travis: “I’m holding her. Go ahead, you’ve got it.”
Tricia: “Uh…how far in does it go?”
Travis: “Just…um…get it in there. Yeah, that’s fine.”

98.5

Crisis over. About 15 minutes after our initial phone call, triage responded. Good thing it wasn’t a realemergency, huh? An irritated (and irritating) nurse was on the phone. I explained the mistake and got off the phone as soon as possible.

Sophia is sleeping now, and hopefully she won’t catch what Mommy and Daddy have.