A new phase.

Yesterday Payne went down for his nap in a t-shirt and a diaper.

He walked out of his room after his nap in a t-shirt, his plaid lobster print swim trunks (his "wim suit"), and camo crocs.

Today my Mom was over helping me out while Dan enjoyed some much deserved man time. While I was feeding the baby my Mom reported that Payne located his trunks, took off his shorts, and insisted she help him put on the trunks. He then wore them to McDonald's for some chocolate milk.

The trunks now "live" in the baby gated laundry room. Heh.

Haaa!

Let me run you through Ethel's line of thought leading up to this photo:

"Oh..My...God. Does that pillow have a hole in it?! Are such wonders possible? I mean, it takes all the work out of burrowing! I'm going in!"





That's right. I slapped a hair bow on my poor defenseless six day old baby.

Funny Things My Kid Said.

Yesterday a friend came over to see the new baby. As she pulled her out of the baby swing, Payne ran over, stood directly in front of her and said in no uncertain tone "Dat's not yours!".

Today Dan was talking with another friend about beer while Payne played nearby, seemingly ignoring the conversation. Dan called one of my much beloved beer substitutes (Ace Pear Hard Cider) "dirty juice". Payne turned abruptly to us and spouted "Dat juice not dirty. Is clean!".

Oh, and Payne had decided that Genevieve is supposed to be in my arms at all times. Whenever anyone else is holding her, he points to me and commands "Her turn next".

I love him.

Hello. I keep my children in inappropriate places.

IN MY DEFENSE: I was alone with her and was taking a shower. The shower faces the bath tub. I used to keep Payne in his carseat in the bathtub when he was little too. Heh.



IN MY DEFENSE: Ethel hurt her back and is on "Doggy Bed Rest" in the kennel. Payne wanted to get in there. He was handing his Grandmom books through the slats, like a good little prisoner.

Brief funny from today.

Payne was asked if Genevieve was a good girl today.

His response: "No. Her real cute!"

(snort)



I think she approves of the sentiment.

Boy meets Baby.

I'm not sure if any of these are from the actual first time Payne saw Genevieve (Thanks Narcotics!), but I thought they were cute.


I think this was right before Payne yelled "baby eyes!" and was narrowly prevented from poking one of the baby's brand new eyeballs. Poor thing.



On day two he was much more comfortable with the whole hospital idea. He set up this little nest himself, in order to watch some cartoons.





I love it!

He was telling us about "baby seepin' " and calling her "Ev-ee" or "Gen-veev".

Oh, and he has sort of fixated on the fact that she was dirty the first time he saw her. Oops. On the way back to our house with my parents today he kept asking "Baby sidder all clean?" Baby sidder get baff?" Then he busted into the house and yelled "Baby sidder here! Her home!". I love the enthusiasm and I hope it continues for, oh, the next 16 years or so. What do you think my odds are on that one coming through?

Introducing Genevieve Katherine.

She was born on Friday July 29th, at 7:59 a.m., and is 6 pounds 4 ounces of sheer determination to remain in someone's arms 24/7.

Payne first saw her when she was still a little gooey because she hadn't gone to the nursery for a bath yet. Therefore, the first words he ever said to his baby sister were "She a mess!". Heh.