Why Hello There

Pardon my blogging absence, but Baby Girl arrived before her due date (well done, Sweet Pea!) and I've been too busy cuddling her to even think about blogging. Her name is Pippa and she is the most wonderful baby in the world. I know most parents think this about their child, but here is the difference between me and most parents: I'm right, they are wrong. Pippa is the best baby ever, end of discussion. Nathan and I are madly in love with her. We would not change a single atom or particle that makes up her precious existence. You know how people often refer to little girls as "princesses"? Well, we call her our Queen, because she is now the ruler of our hearts and we would do absolutely anything to keep her safe and happy.

I suppose this is the part where I'm supposed to post a dozen photos of my gorgeous, magnificent, glorious daughter so you can post comments about how cute she is... except I'm not going to do that. I'm not exactly certain how this blog fits into my life now that Pippa is here, but I do know that I want to protect Pippa's privacy and online identity. Although I read, enjoy and respect several "mommy blogs," I am not comfortable sharing photos of my daughter with the entire world. Hell, I'm not even comfortable posting her photos on Facebook! I will instead be sharing Pippa photos privately with friends and family.

Incidentally, if you fall into the category of "friends and family" and you do not receive any Pippa photos in the next few days month and you'd like to drool over her Royal Cuteness, shoot me or Nathan an email and I'll make sure you get some photos. My goal is to share photos from her first month by the end of this week... but ha, I'll be happy if I share the photos by Memorial Day! And if you don't know how to get in touch with me or Nathan, then you probably do not qualify as "friends or family." Sorry, Random Dude in Brazil, but you don't get to admire photos of my sweet baby girl.

On a completely different note, I'm happy to report that I've been able to shower every day since Nathan returned to work. This feels like a major accomplishment. I was convinced Pippa would wail whenever I tried to bathe, and I'd be reduced to a furtive weekly bath, but the sound of the shower lulls my Sweet Pea to sleep. I just bring her into the bathroom in her car seat and she naps while I wash away the baby spit-up. Of course, once I turn the shower water off, then I have a two-five minute window to dry off and retrieve my sweet baby girl from her car seat before she hits the panic button and starts to scream as if the world is coming to an end. But while the shower water is running, she is happy to sleep, sleep, sleep.

So I have a confession. Sometimes I bring Pippa to the bathroom, turn on the shower, and then run around and tidy up the house for five minutes while gallons of unused water go down the drain. I'm 99.99% confident that Al Gore would not approve of this strategy, but I highly doubt Al Gore ever breastfed a newborn. If Mr. Gore ever breastfeeds a baby, then we can discuss my blatantly shameful waste of water.