How to torture a baby...
Here's how to torture a baby. It works with good babies, too. Babies who are usually calm and peaceful, full of sighs and squeaks, babies who become undone with the prospect of putting on different clothes.
Anise gave Baby this outfit. Anise said the thing to do is take pictures of Baby in the various outfits people give as gifts, then send them copies of the pictures. So, here you go Anise. I'll be giving more when she grows into this outfit. It might be awhile. Here's proof that she did indeed go home in this outfit.
She screamed and screamed. I was beginning to wonder if the nearby Mississippi River would carry her screams all the way to St. Paul.
I'm certain everyone could hear her down the hall and maybe the floors right above and below. So much noise from such a little peanut.
Of course, I had to get pictures of Baby in her new hat, the first hat I ever knitted for her.
And, then, of course, this is Minnesota, so she had to be bundled up. Suddenly, I became the nervous mama reading the car set manual that warned against bulky clothes. She was swimming in her winter, newborn coat.
That was just the beginning. We had to figure out how to get all our gear down to the main entrance, including various breast pump gadgets, a vase with two bouquets of flowers (thanks grandmas! We were very grateful to all those kind souls who had flowers sent to our home), a bag of fruit (?), and baby in car seat.
The great thing about going home was that there were no more than a few squeaks out of Baby. Apparently she liked the Jeep ride, bumpy roads and all. But, man oh man, driving a vehicle becomes a whole new experience in responsibility when you've got a Baby on board.
I'm going to have to rethink this blog, again. I have to rethink my photo project as the a year of Lotus doesn't matter so much to me anymore as much as a year of Baby does. I also have to think about how I want to refer to our new little family.
Lani, Kat, and even you, Anise (and anyone else out there how may be blogging and by chance reading this) - how much did you all think about whether to use your names. Does it ever feel too revealing? I would appreciate anything you may have to say about this.