Back into the World

We've had a few fine days recently so we packed up our kid, carrier, diaper bag, camera and various paraphernalia and headed out into the world. Victoria, who left a few days ago, joined us on our perambulation around our neighborhood, Sullivan's Gulch.





The following day we made a more ambitious outing to OHSU, the hospital where Aurelia works and where Sylvia was born. Once there we were again surrounded by the same kind and talented people who had made our birth experience such a positive one. And this time no one was wearing a hospital gown (Aurelia), being born (Sylvia), or screaming and crying out for pain medication (me).






Now we head into another transition as I go back to work. The blog may not come as fast and furious as it has for the past two weeks but I promise that the dinner table will never be quiet for long.

Hidalgo Center for Exceptional Small People

It's been a busy few days at the Hidalgo Center for Exceptional Small People. My buddy Brick was up from San Fran visiting his parents near Portland and dropped in for a visit. He and his lovely wife are also expecting a little monkey in the near future and I did my best to share the vast storehouse of knowledge I've accumulated in my long career as a parent. (e.g. "Don't tip them upside down just after they've eaten, 'cause they tend to get drippy.")



The following day we were graced by a visit from Aunt Victoria who has taken a shine to the kid. She also knitted a beautiful, cable-patterned wool blanket for Sylvia. She dried the blanket with lavender and it exudes a wonderful scent. (Please scratch circle #58 in your scent pack for the complete smell-o-vision experience).

'S' modeling her new blanket.

The sisters discuss the finer points of Sylvia's noggin.

Lest you all think that this kid has been all fun and games here's a couple pics from the keepin' it real collection. The first shows one day's diapers and wipes. We're trying the wash-your-own route. I'm not sure why I'm smiling. Probably sleep deprivation psychosis. The latter is one of the many of Sylvia's "urps." Dad is clearly too slow.

But at the end of the day what's a few urps and diapers.