What's in an Age?

Apparently, I'm still an adolescent at 12.8 years. But at least I'll live until I'm 87.2 years old. So I still have 22300 days of life still in me. Take the test to find out how much longer YOU have to live!

Baby Me

Well, we've been saying how much Elayna looks like Ryan (or at least a Mabry) and not like me. Grandma emailed photos of me at a few months old... I'd say there's a resemblance. So maybe there's hope yet that she'll have some of my characteristics.

Diapers Are Here!

While I was still pregnant, Ryan & I debated over cloth vs. disposable diapers. We decided on the BumGenius 3.0 One Size... AND THEY'RE HERE! I'm washing them at the moment, but I can't wait to take and post pictures of Elayna's cute tush in cloth diapers.

Oh she's crying...

Great Idea, Renee!

When doing your Christmas cards this year, take one card and send it to this address. If we pass this on and everyone sends one card, think of how many cards these wonderful special people, who have sacrificed so much, would get.

A Recovering American Soldier

c/o Walter Reed Army Medical Center

6900 Georgia Avenue NW

Washington, D.C. 20307

If for some reason you don't do Christmas just send a thank you card during this time of the season to thank these fine men and women who have sacrificed so much for you to have the privilege to live in American and be free to choose how you want to live and worship!

And don't forget about sending deployed soldiers Thank You postcards, courtesy of Xerox. I keep a link to the right, so you can do this at any time.

The babe's got meds.

Elayna's doctor prescribed her liquid Ranitidine and Lactaid to help with the reflux and lactose-intolerance. We noticed a drastic difference in less than 24 hours! And we're not going through as many diapers anymore because... well, you know why. I feel bad for the girlie though. Whenever we give her the Ranitidine, she cries real tears. It's got a very bitter medicine-like taste to it (duh). We put a little sugar in the lactaid and she doesn't mind that one as much. Anyway, she's feeling better. I'm not sure if it's because the meds are doping her up or genuinely helping to relieve the pain. Speaking of diapers, we're getting her some cloth ones this month. Okay, now to what you're really on the blog for:

This was our baby before her meds.

And this is our baby after the meds.

We can actually set her down while she's still awake. She'll even go down for naps now. Before she didn't sleep more than 10 minutes, 20 if we were lucky.

I took tons of photos during this bath. She was staring at Daddy the ENTIRE time...

...Except right here.

Who does this picture remind you of?

This is how she reacts when she doesn't want to be bothered. I love the look on her face. It's the same snooty expression every time.

Oh! Have I mentioned that our daughter, who isn't even 2 months old, is in size THREE TO SIX MONTHS clothes?! She's Amazon! Ryan always joked about how he would never get football players out of his 5'3" wifey... Think again Ryan, think again.

Look at those dimples! In yet another outfit we might get a handful of wears out of. I've already got a box of clothes she could only wear a few times before she outgrew them.

This is where she goes so I can get a shower. The running water usually puts her right to sleep. And then she wakes up as soon as I turn it off.

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This is a card someone sent into Post Secret... I think it's hilarious. (I'm betting Priscilla doesn't.)

If you can't read it, it says, "blah. blah. blah. I'm flipping a coin and hoping for the best."

for the NOBAMA fans

Haha. I was talking with Rachel tonight and she read me this email someone sent her. She then sent it to me and I'm sharing it with you, my loyal blog stalkers:

Today on my way to lunch I passed a homeless guy with a sign that read "Vote Obama, I need the money." I laughed. Once in the restaurant my server had on a "Obama 08" tie, again I laughed--just imagine the coincidence. When the bill came I decided not to tip the server and explained to him that I was exploring the Obama redistribution of wealth concept. He stood there in disbelief while I told him that I was going to redistribute his tip to someone who I deemed more in need--the homeless guy outside. The server angrily stormed from my sight. I went outside, gave the homeless guy $10 and told him to thank the server inside as I decided he could use the money more. The homeless guy was grateful. At the end of my rather unscientific redistribution experiment I realized the homeless guy was grateful for the money he did not earn, but the waiter was pretty angry that I gave away the money he did earn even though the actual recipient deserved money more. I guess redistribution of wealth is an easier thing to swallow in concept than in practical application.