Bird's the Word

This food blog is temporarily interrupted by reality. 6 lbs, 14.8 oz, 20" long, Edna Berti Wildman. Edna after my momma Edna, Berti after B's grandma Bertha, affectionately referred to as Berti. I shall never call her Edna, that was my mom, but Edie, Edie Bird, Bird, Birdie, Boid, Edes, Ed, Bert, Bertrand, Bertholomew or perhaps MiniBets will all due just fine.


Not to state the obvious, but this blog will be taking a baby-centric spin, as that's where my life is going. The name of the blog was a foreshadowing of this event, btw.


She's like a mini me!!!!!


Monkey! Freshly squoze!

Ate a couple of bad sausage links and half a rubber waffle from the breakfast they served, later wandered out after Gramma B came and ate a bad slice of pizza, some potato chips and Gatorade. Running on fumes.

Edie has been furiously suckling on B, no issues there. The ultrasounds predicted 8+ pounds, so to have her come out under 7 was a bit of a surprise, but no worry -- it's clear in the first 12 hours of her time with us that she's all about gittin' hers. Very awake when not sleeping, very hungry for milk (well, it's all colostrum right now), and very shouty when awake and not gettin' none of that sweet B boobie. I can't wait to go bike riding with her! Eat pizza with her! Play her some ska music and dance around the living room! Conspire to play tricks om B! Double snuggle with Rufus!

I think I'm going home tonight per hospital regulations, but will skip the food blogging today. Will try to pick up the thread in a couple of days, folks.