Matt is lying next to me, and yelping now and then. It seems that our most beautiful daughter is desperately trying to learn to crawl by grabbing tufts of hair to pull herself along. She's tiny, but she is strong! Okay, I know I should sympathetic to the pain, but I start to laugh a bit at the picture of this tiny creature having such an affect on her big, tough daddy.

We got her a bouncy seat for her today, and she seems to like it very much. While we were in the store, I wanted to see what kind of clothes they had for little girls, and yes, I looked at all the ruffly outfits, which horrified Matt. I keep telling him that there is immense feminine power in a properly placed bow, but he still is worried that we will have a girlie girl in the family. Knowing the women in my family, I don't think there is much to worry about, but Matt is surrounded by women right now, if we count our puppy, Ella, so maybe this is a guy thing I just don't understand.

Sam slept for a five hour stretch last night, thank you god! It helped my state of mind tremendously. I get so tired that I literally fall asleep while I am feeding her in between sucks on the bottle. I do have to pay attention when I am feeding her because I have to hold the bottle upright. She can't suck if the bottle is held at too much of an angle. I learned that first hand. And the waking up two hours later in the chair with Sam and a bottle with no idea how I got there is a little bizarre.

She is sleeping next to me right now, very peaceful after her busy day eating at a restaurant with us and going to BabiesRUs. Too much stimulation. The vibrating bouncy seat seems to have really calmed her down. She is sleeping propped up in her bucky pillow which is technically for nursing but works well for sleeping too.