Happy Birthday Tracy

It wasn't a rager this year. There were little chocolate baby cakes though!

Please Don't Nibble the Nibbles

Ladies, take a moment to appreciate the cherries on your sundaes because despite what you may naively choose to believe, they CAN come off if they're gnawed on enough. I'm taking a moment to be glad that mine are being left to their own devices.

It's been quite the week.

Tantrums at work (not mine), explody poos at home (not mine), piles of clean dry laundry thanks to the cheering Wellington sunshine (SARCASM ALERT!), a traumatised cat (not a Sam-fan).

Samantha visited me at work today and got passed around faster than herpes at a key party. She was very well-behaved until the nano-second that Tracy left to pick up some sprog supplies. Then she did a huge squirty curry poo. Which I had to deal with. In my pod. It was gross.

I had to go to the Hutt. Bile rose in my throat and I kept the doors well locked.

So is there anything to look forward to? Well... the weekend cometh, does it not? I have walks planned, dinners suggested, lunches lined up, and stuff to DO.

Evenings These Days...

I'm sitting here on the couch, typing rather awkwardly. Samantha is sleeping on me, head snuggled into my neck and chittering away softly to herself. She's got a pink and white stripy jumpsuit on, and grass green booties. She looks like a little spring flower!

Her Mum is trying to catch some zzzz before the next feeding frenzy begins.

Yay! This is nice. And yes, I know there is poo and vomit. I have cleaned up a fair amount of both so far, and it's STILL nice. So there.

We've Got The Cutest Baby of All!

It's been a rough week at Chez Connor. Tracy's got mastitis and it's bloody painful. She's been in the horse-piddle for 4 days on IV antibiotics, which finally seem to be helping.

We're visiting a lot (of course) and it's not too bad since Wellington hospital is brand-new and beautiful. Clancy has been visiting!

Here's Grancy and Granmary with Samantha.



This one is from last week - Samantha's Grandma Margaret brought her this kick-ass hat! Isn't it cute? She looks like a pohutakawa flower.



Tracy and Sam in their room in hospital. My favourite picture.

In Which Jody Does Well For Once

Had a few wins at work today - always a nice change! I seem to be actually retaining a few facts and procedures pertaining to my job. AND I figured out the filing system.

Home is not quite as rosy. T&S have had a rough day, and I feel rather powerless to help.

More Mum Madness

Last night, I heard Mum singing (to the tune of the reasonably well-known Madonna song):

"Like a virgin! Ha ha ha - you wish".

She's Here...

Dear Former Favourite Babies

Your time is up. Sorry folks - I have a new first love. Samantha Olive Connor Pihama, who was born this morning at 7:45am NZ time.

Everyone is well, everyone has the required number of fingers and toes (and no more) and everyone needs to wipe the schmootz off their chin. But we will politely ignore that until later.

Doesn't Tracy look pleased with herself?



Samantha is, according to the Midwife "a good rooter". Just what you want to hear about your new daughter.



Another Connor Girl for our collection!



TA DA! Pretty good looking right? I got to put her first nappy on her, and dress her in her first outfit. Styling.



I wasn't trying to eat her toes - I was just tasting them. Just tasting.