Cassie nursing

Cassie is extremely earnest when she nurses.


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Cassie in gymini

Nicole took this great picture of Cassie in her gymini. Cassie is starting to be able to focus on things, which is very cute.

What it's like when Cassie won't sleep

There are times, of course, when she screams. But we shouldn't overlook the times when Cassie is quite friendly but entirely uninterested in sleeping. Those moments may lack the overt drama of a good screamfest, but they have their own particular dramatic pleasures and pains:

In bed

When Nicole and I were dating, I noticed the profound difference between our beds. My bed was a thing, an object, a piece of furniture. Her bed was a place, a space, almost a room unto itself, and functioned principally as a container for other things. At a single point in time, in her bed you would find appliances -- at minimum, both a phone handset and her free-floating, battery-powered alarm clock, with one or more remote controls likely to be buried somewhere under the covers -- clothing, books and magazines, and who knows what else. My bed, by comparison, was bare, with nothing more than pillows, sheets, and blankets.

For a while, after we married, I was winning, with our bed a marvel of simplicity. But time and Cassie have changed all that: when I got out of bed this morning, I left behind, in addition to Nicole, two pacifiers, a SwaddleMe velcro-blanket-thing, one regular receiving blanket, a onesie, a white-noise machine, two plush toys, and a small but surprisingly pesty infant.

Cassie compared to a monkey

A few weeks back, Phil came over to hang out with Cassie and us. While he was here, and for the sake of future measurement, we compared Cassie to a pink stuffed monkey. We hope you find it helpful.

Cassie is all grown up

My baby is all grown up. I'm not ready. At Monday's doctor's appointment, Cassie weighed in at a whopping 7 lbs. What happened to the 5-lb., 5-oz. baby I used to know?

Then, Tuesday, Nicole and I noticed that Cassie had gotten noticeably cuter. Where's the wrinkled, skinny air-breathing fetus we brought home way back when?

Even more disturbing, Nicole told me that Cassie will, over the next few weeks, be able to (a) smile in response to a smile, and (b) raise her head 45 degrees when lying down. Such sophistication!

Did we make a mistake raising our daughter up in Manhattan, where kids grow up so quickly?

Evil, evil, evil!

Cassie screamed from midnight to 3 am last night. She managed to look cute the whole time, which is why we haven't -- yet -- listed her on eBay.