Things keep rolling along here in the Lanphier house. I miss having the grandparents around to help with stuff like dishes and laundry - may just have to hire a maid. It’s odd to find myself thinking that because when the idea first came up a few years ago I was adamantly opposed to having someone else come in to help with cleaning. Now I’m considering it might be worth paying for… the whole Time is Money thing.
The one biggest worry I’ve had is the whole weight issue. How much does she weigh? Is she getting enough to eat? Well, according to the doctor she’s doing fine. She’s a whole 8 pounds as of today and has been gaining on average a little over an ounce a day. That’s the standard “weight goal” for a growing baby. Yay! She’s also getting really good at standing, with help (eeeeK!) and holding her head up. And screaming - yeah - screaming “Bloooody Murrrr-der!!!” is one of her well developed talents. Shoving a boob or a bottle in her mouth usually fixes that. 
We went out on a walk with Hazel today. On our way, we walked by a recently installed roundabout. In case we were under any illusion that we live in Europe, watching people try to navigate this thing will swiftly dispel those illusions.
Left turns are fun to watch. After an awkward hesitation, most drivers proceed to turn counterclockwise (wrong)…especially fun when multiple people are there. Sadly (or perhaps fortunately for our health) we weren’t there to witness the placement of any of the numorous tire marks pictured on the right, but its fun to imagine.
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Finally updated the photo gallery with some new photos. http://photos.robla.net/gallery/v/2006/
The Grandparents (MargL’s mom and Rob’s parents) have arrived and quickly got to work cleaning and sorting and building things. Aunt Dawn and Uncle Mike brought by some fixin’s for sandwiches and salads so we didn’t have to cook (yay!). Not that I’ve avoided cooking - day before yesterday I had a craving for STEAK and the weather was cooperating so I did BBQ. It was a good sign that Hazel was unconcerned that Mom smelled like charred beef when she came in (yeah, all you vegetarians go ahead and cringe.)
Tomorrow is another weigh-in and we see just how fat and happy the baby is with all the good feeding, love and attention that she’s been getting. If she hasn’t gained enough weight we’ll have to start the injections of melted butter… http://www.amazon.com/gp/search/ref=pd_sl_aw_tops-1_kitchen_7241953_2/102-2734194-0907304?search-alias=kitchen&keywords=flavor%20injector
Things keep rolling along here in the Lanphier house. I miss having the grandparents around to help with stuff like dishes and laundry - may just have to hire a maid. It’s odd to find myself thinking that because when the idea first came up a few years ago I was adamantly opposed to having someone else come in to help with cleaning. Now I’m considering it might be worth paying for… the whole Time is Money thing.
