Outside of witnessing what can only be termed as a poop fountain on Monday evening, there isn't a whole lot to report on the growth, development and heppenings on the youngling. She hasn't done a repeat performance of the roll but hasn't begun sprouting teeth either.

She did, however, have a grand case of armpit funk which we discovered while wrangling her into the pajamas. That smell could best be described as being closest to either ball sweat or a rotting corpse.

My parents, aka grandma and grandpa sornie visited last weekend and grandma seems awful nervous about holding the youngling. Grandpa, on the other hand, will hold her for an hour at a time and made more weird faces and sounds at her than I've witnessed in my entire lifetime.

And yes I'll get some photos posted soon. Either here or at MinnPics which needs a break from winter photography.

Posted in Labels: baby, internal affairs Posted by Sornie at Thursday, March 05, 2009