She looks sleepy, doesn't she.

Oh my goodness!!! Soooooo sleepy.

But...

DON'T BE FOOLED! Apparently babies actually only need 2 hours of sleep each day spread out into 5 minute chunks. This can be somewhat difficult for your average parent as we apparently need slightly more sleep than a baby. Something really interesting must be going on in the middle of the night because Rigley is doing her best to make sure we don't miss out. As soon as we drift off into the sweet, sweet, soothing sensation of sleep, Rigley shouts out (in baby language) "Hey, everybody in the house, and perhaps the neighborhood, WAKE UP!! Some really interesting stuff is going on that I want you all to know about!" Then she farts and we can all go back to sleep for another 5 minutes.

Forgive us if we seem somewhat distracted.

They say you lose IQ points for every hour of sleep you loose.

We are getting dummer...

slowleee, dummer...

dum...

i luv NASCAR...

and guns...

n stuf...

Palin in 2011!

gaa, gaa, goo, goo

a brief moment of peace.

Guest Blogger: Euchre the Dog

What


The


Hell.



I go off to play with my buddy Tonka for a week and I come home to find what...?! These crazy parents of mine were left alone for a few days and what do they do...?! I come home after a hard week of playing and destroying pillows and who is in my chair...?!

A puppy!

That's right. Apparently one child was not enough for my parents. They went out and got another puppy. It's kind of a weird puppy too. It doesn't do anything. It just lays there. I tried to bring it one of my bones (not one of my good ones) and it just flailed its arms around. Sheesh.

I'm pretty sure this puppy is broken so I thought it would be gone soon, but my parents seem intent on keeping it. So that means its now part of the pack and I need to protect it by barking a lot. Pretty much anything that moves could be a danger to this helpless puppy so I bark at everything, just in case.

I have to admit... It is kind of growing on me. I haven't figured out how it is getting its food, but it isn't taking any of mine. Once I figure out how its feeding, I plan on getting a little bit myself! Hey, it what big brothers are for.

The Homecoming

We made it home today. It was a long week. Actually today was her official due date so maybe we can just pretend the last week didn't happen.

We are so stoked to be home, but really, more than anything, we're stoked Rigley doesn't have any more wires and tubes hooked up to her. Changing a diaper as a rookie is hard enough (that's right, my first diaper change EVER was last Sunday). Changing a diaper and putting her in a burrito is really hard when you have tubes coming out all over and if you bump them they set off alarms across the county and everyone comes running. Ooops. My bad.

We actually found out yesterday that coming home on Friday was a possibility. There was some discrepancy amongst the docs as to what exactly constituted 7 days.
...

It was going to come down to putting on weight so Jen and I loaded up our pockets with rocks that we could sneak onto the scale if need be.
"That's funny, how come the scale says she weighs 27 pounds?"
"She's eats all day and doesn't exercise, what do you expect?" *nervous smile*

All in all, the hospital was a little rough, but we really got through because of our friends who could visit, the love of family no matter how far away, and some amazing nurses and doctors (Carleen and Donette, you made everything so easy).

We're enjoying the quiet, the fresh air, and the chance to try out the 3 swings, 25 slings, and 850 outfits we have inherited over the last few months. That and the chance to be parents trying to bumble their way through this. This should be awesome.