Well, we are moving into our third week of illness around her. Libby has seen the doctor 3 times and they just tell us the same thing. It’s viral. Common cold. Blah, blah, blah.

She does seem to be coming out of it in the last day or so. Wednesday night they told us to start having her sleep in her carseat so she can be more upright. We can already tell it is making a difference. Through it all she has been a super trooper. Not real fussy, but you can tell she doesn’t feel well. And she isn’t eating as much as she was. Our Dr. says not to worry. She just doesn’t feel well and no one wants to pig out when they don’t feel well. However, since she is alreay a small fry we are hoping she will perk up soon.

To add insult to injury, all the rest of us are sick now too. I have a sinus infections, Clay has some kind of chest cold and head cold, and Scott has been feverish and rundown for the last couple days. There’s a pestilence here…no joke.

As you can see though, even when she isn’t up to snuff she’s still a little beauty!

So, take a look at the image. That’s me. I am yucking it up watching Ricky Gervais on Inside the Actor’s Studio. Man, that guys is such a card. I loved him in The Office (BBC version, of course). See the expression on my face. That’s pure comedic joy folks…well, for a 5 week old anyway. I was on top of the world yesterday. I was heading into Mommy’s office to meet some of her co-workers. I was wearing pants and shoes for the first time and check out that cute outfit! I got that new just this weekend from my friends Brooke and Corey. I tell ya…on top of the world. Who knew it would all come crashing down. By 4pm I was one sad little sack. I had so much gas I thought mah belly would es-pload! Fortunately, Unka Scott knew just what to do. He reminded Mommy and Daddy that I could take Infant Simethicone (like tums for babies). Daddy ran out and got me some at 11pm and I was good for the rest of the night. Thanks Unka!! Your a belly saver! I guess I gotta lay off the hot wings.

Ahh! I’ve been infected. One of those over-sized rodents rubbed it’s face against my delicate hand. I tried to climb to my feet and run away, but even this monstrous trauma was not enough for me to motivate my motor control to leap forward many months of development under the compulsion of sheer willpower alone. Now I have cat hairs, dander, and heaven can only imagine what other impurities coating my right hand. Do you realize that’s the one I put in my mouth?!

At some points I have been good at grabbing the camera and at other points not so good. Here is my best attempt to document Libby first 10 days at home which included Christmas and New Year’s.
Enjoy!
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Who knew? Who knew that posting close up pics of our darling little kitten would lead to such confusion?

No, our baby is not huge.

Many of our readers have now met Miss Libby in person and we keep hearing them say, “Oh, I thought she was so much bigger.” It seems that people seeing the pics on the site are perceiving her as quite a big baby because there is nothing in the pics for perspective. As it turns out, although Libby is perfectly healthy and gaining weight at a normal rate, she is actually a tad smaller than average. Her size is in the 25th to 40th percentile for her age. She is a teeny tiny lady, folks.

So, in order to help folks recognize her when they meet her, I have prepared a few helpful comparison photos.

***Please note the stunning handmade quilt that Libby is resting on. This was a very special gift from our friend Stacy H and it was her first ever quilt. It is beautiful and we love it. Libby is a little behind on her thank you cards, but we want Stacy to know that we are so touched, so we thought we would tell the world and show of her lovely work. Thanks Stacy!!

Comments by Libby -

Look! My head is only about 4 inches from top to chin.

It is way smaller than this honking big remote control. If I could just get my fingers on those buttons…

Can you hold a pen? Then you can hold my head!

Not sure what this is, but I likes it. Hmmm. Technology is so snuggly.

Alright already! I have grown weary of this game. I am closing my eyes. Someone gimme my paccey.

Contrary to what the title of this post implies, this was not a poo that lasted for eight continuous minutes. Rather eight minutes elapsed between the time I undid Libby’s diaper and the time the last of the poo came out.

I guess there must be something very soothing about the cool air hitting your bare bottom. Seeing the serene contentment on Libby’s face as she churned her legs in the air like the pistons of a poo-making engine, I wondered if I’m missing out on something. I can’t imagine feeling that at peace with the world.

I think pooing is some form of meditation for Libby. Her eyes take on a distant look, as though she’s watching the universe unfold all its secrets before her. (squirt) Her tongue juts out slightly between her pooched lips (glop) as though she is too distracted by her connection to the metaphysical plane (squeeee-irt) to change the expression that was on her (flrrrrrp) face when (peewwf) all this began.

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(plblblbfft)

My demands are not much. I require food, sleep, and diaper changes in as near an instantaneous fashion as possible. I also require that everyone around me conduct themselves with a reasonable degree of decorum. (Yes, yes. I have cute, chubby legs. Does that mean we must abandon all propriety everytime one of my gams is accidentally revealed?)

Most importantly, perhaps, is that I require a place that I can call my own. My crib is my sanctuary. It is paramount that I know this place is safe from all manner of invasion. If you’re a reader with fragile sensibilities, immediately hit the back button on your browser because you won’t be able to stomach what I’m about to tell you. I can scarely stomach it myself.

Earlier today, I discovered one of those mangy, loathsome cats asleep in my crib. Maybe as my vocubulary grows in the coming years, I will learn the words to describe how terribly vexed this makes me. In the meantime I leave you this image of the four-legged avatar of indecency. Notice how its yellow-glowing eyes resemble those of a demon, or the headlights of an out-of-control semi-truck as it bears down upon you in the darkness.