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I just realized Elena passed her first month this week. I'm sure Kirsten knew, but I had been calling her "three weeks" still.
Happy 1 month birthday, Elena Joy.

People are understandably nervous holding new babies. Idris demonstrates that here by awkwardly semi-propping Elena's head for this portrait. She's only 12 days old in this photo, but you can see how much weight she has gained.

Rockin' the Orange Trou

Later in the same day, we gave Elena her first bath (I presume to cleanse her of Idris' noisome stink). It was tricky to find a shot that preserved little Elena's dignity.
Her whithered umbilical fell off earlier than did Abigail's. Probably another sign of the 2nd child's rougher treatment.

Elena washes up with a good rub-a-dub (phrase lifted from horrible chinese-made waterproof children's book)

Abigail supervised.

Two ponies.

Thus do we prevent an angry visit from the Department of Homeland Security. It's about the Children, for God's sake!
Note how marvelously Elena's fat little tum has begun to grow.

Poor litle grumpy.

Grandaddy and his girlfriend Wendy came for a visit. Grandaddy gave daddy his old table saw.

The saw is an unbelievable gift, and it has already been a huge help in my efforts to get Elena's room ready. Previously, I had thought a table saw was a mere convenience, and that it just made simple jobs that are tricky with a hand-held rotary saw (or other tools). This is true, but it also opens up possibilities in woodcraft (if I may refer to my hackery as such) I never would have considered before. For example, just using the tool's basic function, I ripped eight foot boards into trim with an L shaped cross-section--one leg of the "L" less than 1/4" thick. They came out perfect. And there's a ton of special applications of the saw one can learn, too.

Elena's on eggshells--lest her Grandaddy's Marine training takes over.

That is a sweet sleepy bean, if I must say so myself. Please observe her healthy girth.

Very tender.

It's hard work being an infant or a toddler. Their parents require constant reminders of how things should be done. Not to mention the difficulty of trying to poop for hours on end.

Elena and Abigail tuckered out.

Elena, thankfully, is very forgiving. Here she submits to a frightening photo op.

Let the torment begin!

People are understandably nervous holding new babies. Idris demonstrates that here by awkwardly semi-propping Elena's head for this portrait. She's only 12 days old in this photo, but you can see how much weight she has gained.	Rockin' the Orange Trou
Later in the same day, we gave Elena her first bath (I presume to cleanse her of Idris' noisome stink). It was tricky to find a shot that preserved little Elena's dignity. Her whithered umbilical fell off earlier than did Abigail's. Probably another sign of the 2nd child's rougher treatment.	Elena washes up with a good rub-a-dub (phrase lifted from horrible chinese-made waterproof children's book)
Abigail supervised.	Two ponies.
Thus do we prevent an angry visit from the Department of Homeland Security. It's about the Children, for God's sake! Note how marvelously Elena's fat little tum has begun to grow.	Poor litle grumpy.
Grandaddy and his girlfriend Wendy came for a visit. Grandaddy gave daddy his old table saw. The saw is an unbelievable gift, and it has already been a huge help in my efforts to get Elena's room ready. Previously, I had thought a table saw was a mere convenience, and that it just made simple jobs that are tricky with a hand-held rotary saw (or other tools). This is true, but it also opens up possibilities in woodcraft (if I may refer to my hackery as such) I never would have considered before. For example, just using the tool's basic function, I ripped eight foot boards into trim with an L shaped cross-section--one leg of the "L" less than 1/4" thick. They came out perfect. And there's a ton of special applications of the saw one can learn, too.	Elena's on eggshells--lest her Grandaddy's Marine training takes over.
That is a sweet sleepy bean, if I must say so myself. Please observe her healthy girth.	Very tender.
It's hard work being an infant or a toddler. Their parents require constant reminders of how things should be done. Not to mention the difficulty of trying to poop for hours on end.	Elena and Abigail tuckered out.
Elena, thankfully, is very forgiving. Here she submits to a frightening photo op.	Let the torment begin!