Hello, everyone. Apologies for the lack of photos yesterday. It was a busy day, because we took Kate to the pediatrician, where she was declared very healthy, and gave her her first bath, which was quite an adventure. It wasn't a real bath since her umbilical cord hasn't fallen off yet, but she really needed a sponge bath after a late-night feeding that ended with her somehow managing to get spit up in her own hair. I'm pretty sure having your kid smell like puke is not a sign of competent parenting. Perhaps it's fitting then that my Mom actually did the bathing, and I just took pictures.

Kate looks sort of apprehensive about the whole thing. I think she's figured out by now that any time we undress her down to her diaper and lay her out on her back in a room with bright lighting, something she's not going to like is coming.

And, as expected, she did not love the washcloth.

By the time we got to doing her back, she looked sort of resigned to the whole thing.

And once she was all clean and warm, she didn't seem too traumatized. But she did look at us sort of suspiciously for the next couple of hours, just like in this picture.

I'm actually considering giving her more baths since it makes her so alert. A lot of my life right now is spent trying to get her to wake up enough to eat. I took this picture at around 3 a.m. the other night after I had spent at least 15 minutes undressing her, jostling her around and basically doing everything short of hanging her upside down by her toes to get her to wake up, all to no avail. Here she is, snoozing away.

And yawning, just to emphasize how very not interested in eating she was. I think she's mocking me when she does that.

During the day, I try to keep her up for a little while after she eats in what is probably a futile attempt to help her learn the difference between night and day. This usually goes pretty well in the morning and gets harder and harder as the day goes on. In this picture, though, I had just changed her clothes, and she is doing her heartbreak and anguish face to show me how unhappy she is about that parental decision. She has the pouty lip thing down alarmingly well for an infant. I think we're in big trouble when she gets older and wants a pony.

And lastly, I might as well go ahead and confess to the Internet that we are bad parents and have succumbed to the lure of the pacifier. It turns out that this kid is a sucker, in the sense that while she isn't interested in productive eating all the time, she does very much enjoy having something in her mouth, and she'd be perfectly happy if I served as her human pacifier all the time. But since I have goals in life, like taking a shower, it's nice that she will settle for a paci. Also, we're entertained by the fact that it looks comically large next to her baby face right now. I told you. We're terrible parents.