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Baby Burrito

We are now at the end of Day 7 with our favourite little houseguest: Hana.  Those of you who read Milk Factory regularly will know who this sweetie is. We've all loved having her here--especially Ella, who has adopted a very big sisterly attitude.

The big news from this week, though, is that a nickname for Hana has finally emerged for us thanks, in large part, to Hana's nannies. Tomi recently wrote about the snug blanket-wrapping technique that seems to calm her right down. This has led us to the inevitable, very affectionate label: Baby Burrito (see picture). This is perfect for so many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that Hana's mother Gabi loved Mexican food. Gabi and I spent many evenings over the years eating garlic prawns, chicken fajitas, bean burritos, and my favourite........little burrito's fried cousin: the chimichanga.

So lately, checking on the Little Burrito has been our favourite activity. Snuggled up, she's the happiest wee baby around. So for Bob, Raisin will always be his special code name for Hana. For others it's the inevitable rhyming with a certain yellow fruit. And I'm sure I heard Hana's Oma whispering a little German in her ear, no doubt trying out yet another nickname.

For Tomi and me, I have no doubt that Burrito will stick for awhile. Inevitably, though, I'm sure to settle on Chimi as she grows. It will remind me of how sweet Hana always looked when she was wrapped-up and sleeping in our livingroom. And it will be a constant reminder to me of her mom--who most often ordered the chicken fajitas, but always wanted the chimichanga by the end of the night.

Almost Famous. Again.

We have a tiny little mention in the July issue of Parenting magazine!

Surprise!

Ken got home really late last night and wanted to check on Oliver before we went to bed.  We're always as quiet as a mouse because it's always my fear that he won't go back to sleep.  As was the case a couple of nights ago.  3 hours, I had to lay beside him!

Well!  Imagine the uncontrollable laughter that came from us when we opened the door to hear Oliver cheerfully call out "Surprise!"  It was 1:00 AM!

O: "I'm awake now!"

Us: Hysterical laughter

O: "I go play!"

Us: "Yah, right!  Back to bed you go, dude!"

O: "Mommy lie down on my car bed!"

And so it began...we've made a pact never to check on him again! 

Theo and His Chins

When it comes to metric weight conversions, I don't have a clue.  So when the doctor told us that Theodore was gaining weight really well and weighs 5690 grams, I just smiled and said "That's great!"  When I got home, I popped onto my favorite conversion site and got the English version.  12 lbs. 8 oz.  Go Theo! Go!

As if we couldn't tell by looking at him...check out those cheeks and extra chin!

However, this smile is not from today.  The 2 month appointment is not a pleasant one.  4 shots, 2 in each leg.  I don't know what pulled at my heart-strings more, Theo crying when he got stuck with the needles or Ollie crying because "my baby brudder Fee-a-dore has two owies, Mommy!"

Too Much Stuff!

Where's Ollie?

Honestly, I don't know how the kid sleeps at night!  And this photo doesn't show even half of the critters he has creeping about his bed.  The funny thing is, he plays with ALL of them!

A Good Eater

Everyone in our immediate social circle knows that Ella takes after my side of the family, and that she loves to eat.

Well, the other day, a whole crowd of people who we don't see very often got to see "the good eater" in action...and the scene was captured on film. Click to see photo.

We were at a potluck dinner for a friend who happens to be marrying a CBC food critic, so everyone showed up with loads of fantastic food. Ella got to choose from a variety of dishes. And she tried everything...even anchovies! Shrimp, salmon, eggs, olives, cheese, chicken, procuitto, mushrooms, asparagus, cheesecake, fresh fruit. The only things that she didn't like were the marinated artichoke hearts and the gherkin pickles.

Needless to say, we changed a couple of really full diapers that night, and didn't have to engage in any battles over which shirt she wanted to sleep in. Pajamas, milk, and then straight to bed--with dreams of fudge brownies dancing in her head!