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Little Samantha will be eight weeks old tomorrow. In the last couple of weeks, she’s become much more aware of her surroundings and even flashes a little smile at us every now & then.

hanging out with mom

smiling samantha

I’ve had more than a handful of requests for photographs of Samantha. I was finally able to catch her at a time when she was wide awake and it was also daylight. Quite unusual, actually, since lately she likes to sleep all day long.

and a couple of big sister, Saxon, holding Samantha

and here’s a photograph Saxon took the other day, abstract, modern art type of photograph

Here at MoseleyWorld, we work hard to eschew boring you with the minutiae of our daily lives. I really thought some of the hilarious stories told by fellow dad blogger Metrodad were slightly embellished for entertainment purposes. Well, the commentary and antics of two-year-old Saxon dispelled any uncertainties about kids saying and doing crazy things.

Poo poo in my nose
Like many male homo sapiens, for years the morning trip to the loo provided a chance to do so much more than simply unload dinner. A sanctuary. A private reading room. A place where no one bothered you and no one was the least bit interested in joining you, well, that is, other than two year olds who can open doors. The other morning, Saxon flung open the door saying, "Hi dad," and proceeded to sit down on her little toilet, not bothering to take off her diaper. After about 30 seconds, I noticed her nose in the air doing an all-out sniff. Catching me looking at her, she looked at me with her nose still slightly tilted, gave another huge sniff and said, "daddy, I got poo poo in my nose."

Although I told Saxon it was just the smell of poo poo [and yes, yours stinks too], she wasn’t satisfied until she stole 1/2 a roll of toilet paper and blew her nose.

saxon loves big people’s shoes

looking hip in dad’s shoes and hat

the scene just outside cabana 37

now ready for her closeup

Dancing Ballet
Saxon really, really likes ballet. Anyone she sees dancing is "dancing ballet." The day before Carey and Samantha came home from the hospital, Saxon was feeling a bit moody and I was very sleep-deprived and a bit desperate to stop the whining, I twirled in a circle and said, "What’s dad doing?"

Instead of smiling, saying "Dad’s dancing ballet" and joining me as she usually does, Saxon said, "no, dad. no. don’t dance ballet there. dance ballet here," motioning me over, closer to her. Saxon told me, "wait, dad. wait. just wait a minute," and began searching frantically around the room, looking high and low. Just before she headed into our bedroom, Saxon reminded me, "just wait, Dad. No ballet."

Almost immediately, Saxon comes flying back with some toilet paper, folding the squares over several times. After carefully tucking the tissue under the hem of my shorts, making sure a couple of inches were sticking out, Saxon said, "OK dad. Now dance ballet with a tutu ."

Couldn’t do anything other than smile.  And, of course, dance ballet, with a tutu.

Samantha update : At her two-week checkup today, Samantha weighed in at just a under nine pounds, more than her birth weight of 8 lbs, 6.7 ounces.  Mom=very happy.

Not a whole lot of time here for pithy commentary, but thought I would share some photographs taken in the first 48 hours of Samantha’s life.

drip drip drip

don’t worry, it’s a tiny needle

Healthy Baby Girl

Just Hatched

Little Feet

Carey with 10 minute old Samantha

The next day - first visitors

Yaya Moseley

Gran Moseley

Proud Dad

Samantha gave Saxon a present, to which Saxon commented, “Baby Sister is so nice!”

Saxon hanging out in the hospital bed, prior to discovering all the fun buttons (i.e. Call Nurse) to push.

carey’s “celebration dinner” - not your typical hospital food. I had steak & lobster instead of chicken.

Both mom and our little 8/8/08 baby Samantha are doing well. They both came home from the hospital on Sunday afternoon. Lots of sleeping and eating. In between, Samantha is not shy about letting us know when she needs something, typically by letting out a loud bird-like squawk. Yesterday afternoon, we took a few newborn portraits . Here are a couple.

although she’s just 5 days old here, I think Samantha looks a lot like Saxon