There's a football game today? Really?

I've kind of lost touch with the outside world. It hasn't been hard to do. Getting out of the house has become an event of such epic proportions that it just doesn't happen very often. Ava's been congested all week but is much better after regular saline/blue sucky thing treatments. It appears that she inherited my questionable sinuses, and at some point she'll doubtless become well acquainted with my ENT (Dr. Boyers, best in town). Incidentally, I saw him on Friday because of an ill-timed sinus infection that, thankfully, was caught and dealt with before it got really out of hand. Seriously, whose idea was it to see if me being sick with a newborn was a good idea?! The universe was mocking me, I'm sure.

Today's big story: Ava decided that she didn't hate the swing anymore!


We tried it a couple of weeks ago out of desperation one fussy night, and we discovered than when she's really pissed off, she turns into what we call "Hulk Baby", and since we don't like her when she's angry we gave the swing a rest. We tried it again today on a whim.

Oh, and here's ten minutes later...


She's pondering Very Important Things right there.

Rob and I have achieved a kind of rhythm as far as Ava's eating and sleeping go. It's not so much of a schedule (yet--we hear good things about schedules and hope to achieve one at some later date). We do zone coverage at night as opposed to man-to-man. The first zone is 8:00 PM until about 1:30. Whoever got the best sleep the previous night covers this zone, allowing the other to crash immediately after dinner and get a good 5 solid hours of sleep. At 1:30ish, we switch. It seems to be working.

That's really all that's happening right now. The stuff that excites us doesn't seem very exciting when I write it out. It's hard to put into words the dozen small victories that we claim every day (She's a side sleeper! Put her on her side and she'll stay asleep! Hooray!), and the camera never quite captures how she makes a hundred faces as she's falling asleep and makes little squeaks and chirps all the while. I don't know (and I don't particularly care...) if all other newborns do this exact same thing and we just have tunnel vision about how fabulous and interesting she is. There will come a time when I will re-enter the world (March 23 when I go back to work, to be precise) and I'll become aware of how other things are going on. For now, she's the best show in town.