In this corner, weighing 8 lbs, 2 oz

Michelle and I took Ella to her 2 week checkup today and were shocked when she tipped the scales to 8 lbs, 2oz. We’re going to have to stop calling her piglet though, despite the cuteness of her truffle-sniffing tendencies come feeding time.

The rest of the appointment was great. Ella is doing well. She lost her umbilical stump yesterday somewhere in the back yard. We can’t find it, which is a little disappointing. I don’t think we’d do anything with it, but it’s like a missing nuclear warhead – you’d sleep better knowing where it is. We’re hoping it didn’t become part of Barley’s diet. And we’re hoping it’s not going to end up in our pocket lint next week. She didn’t seem to notice though, which is good.

After the checkup, we stopped by 5th Quadrant so Michelle could have a C-note. Sadly, they were out. We found substitutes and had a beer and fries while enjoying the afternoon sun. We’ve noticed that like us, there are tons of new and recent parents who have refused to give up their old lives and are simply bringing kids with them to their old haunts. Some are clandestine (like us with Ella in the sling… who never cries), and others who have the procession of carriers, toys, and baby tackle that slows you down.

So far we’ve remained light packers; ninja parents. We’re able to leave the house in less than 7 minutes with the baby, which I think is pretty good. I’m still working with Michelle. Her times with the car seat are still abysmal. We’ll get her up to speed though – you never when we’ll need to – I dunno – jump in the car and flee the city. Or maybe get to Babysaurus.