Long time, no blog.

I've been a little busy, as you can imagine. Sydney is now more than a month old and, for all of us, it has been a month of firsts.

First poopy diaper, then shortly, first empty pack of diapers.

First (of many) sleepless night.

First car trip where we forgot to buckle the baby in her car seat.

etc.

I'm not very inspiried at this point, so we'll close it here.

Nomi has had a few. . .

vainglorious moments regarding Sydney. On Memorial Day, we were sitting in the Rose Garden gazeebo, enjoying the afternoon as people passed us by. After about ten minutes, Nomi leaned into me and asked in an irritated whisper, "Why aren't people telling me how cute my baby is!"

The next day, we were riding in an elevator to Syds first pediatric visit. Another woman got in the lift and Nomi started cooing and fussing over our baby. The woman looks over and coos "Aww, how precious!" Once we were out of the elevator, Naomi confessed that she started making noise in order to draw attention to how cute Sydney is.

Pretty horrible, isn't it? Although, truth be told, I'm inclined to agree with Nomi: Sydney's a damn cute baby.

Sydney has been home a few days now,

and we're settling in nicely. I'm waiting for God to yell "Not!" and Syd to develop a six month case of colic. She sleeps well, dosen't fuss for no reason, and nurses like a champ.