Thanks, Grandma; Infants as Detainees

Sg's great-grandmother (my father's mother) made her this quilt, which she seems to appreciate. A couple of other things to note about this picture: (i) sg has put on about 3 pounds since she left the hospital, and we are now getting "one last wear" out of the premie clothes; (ii) sg wears these great diapers that consist of artificial fiber covers (that don't absorb moisture) and hemp and cotton inserts (that absorb a lot), which works really well, but they're one-size-fits-all, and when she has them on under her clothes – especially at night, when she gets two inserts – she looks like a weeble.

This blog is off to a slow start – work has been taking a lot of time this week, but that's not the big time suck: I got AT and Sg sick, something viral. It turns out that the list of things that you can do for a sick seven-week-old is not a list of good things. We had to hold her over the bathtub, spray saline up her nose and suck out the snot/saline mixture with a bulb syringe, which felt a lot like committing assault and battery. We had to keep a close eye on her temperature, which felt a lot like committing forcible sodomy. And we had to make her sleep sitting up, which felt a lot like using a questionable interrogation technique. To sum up, I've been feeling like a real Lindy England lately.