We're Back!!!

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! We were inundated with Ryghs and Tackes parents. Tons of fun. Total chaos. A glimpse into the future. But before we get to that part of our lives, a brief recap....



Izzy, cheering on UVA. You know, I'm not a huge fan of Duke, even though I went there, but it still chafes that my husband is a fan of UVA. At least Izzy is equally as fond of the Packers (Go Pack!!!).



Here is Izzy and Chris. She was making some great faces during this photo shoot...



And this one was so darned cute...



This is one of the bigger smiles that Izzy has given on camera. Usually, she smiles big, and then, just as I click the picture, she poops or realizes that she's really not THAT happy, or something. And all I get is a grumpy Izzy face.



And this is what Isabelle would look like if her hair DIDN'T stand straight up on her head. Kind of like a half asian Elvis or something....and her chubby face looks even chubbier. Her hair standing up really slims down her face. Yet another sign that God is real.

Raisin tries to be Sneaky

The other day, I was making Chicken Cordon Bleu Puffs, and it involved dusting flour on the cutting board. Some got on the counter, and after I had cleaned up (-ish), there was still some flour in the counter. So Raisin put his front paws on the counter, and must have turned his head sideways in an attempt to lick the counter. I didn't see it, and neither did Chris, but we know he did it, because the flour gave it away.



In this picture, on the side of Rai's face, he has a ton of flour, which show that he DRAGGED his face along the counter.



This is him, trying to keep me from taking more pictures. He was so embarassed (I don't know if the embarassment stemmed from the telltale flour on his face, or being caught. You'd have to ask him.)



And this is the ultimate "Raisin has a Piggy Nose" picture. I've been telling Chris for a long time that Raisin has a piggy nose. Chris has maintained that Raisin has a German Shorthaired Pointer nose, but this picture showed who was right. And it was such a funny picture, that I sent it to Ellen (DeGeneres) because she likes pictures of funny animals (or is it funny pictures of animals?).

Sitting on the couch

These pictures are pretty self explanatory. If you are one of those people who think that babies should be fully clothed at all times, look away.

Chris thinks it's pretty hilarious that Izzy already has boobs. He's laughing now, but give it 15 years. Or is it 12?



Chris has also so delicately pointed out that our 7 1/2 week old baby looks stoned in this picture. Hopefully, it's a coincidence, not a precursor.



Again with the stoned look.



In this one, I think she looks like she's dancing.



Notice her baby "muscles" (aka arm fat rolls)



And here, she's wiggled around so much, she's kind of scooted herself down. And squashed herself. Oops.

Izzy predicts the Redskins game

On 21 October 2007, Izzy looked at me and said, "Put me in the Redskins trash can, because I predict that they will get BLOWN OUT by the Patriots next weekend."

I said, "Izzy, you're a baby. You don't know anything about football. And you don't belong in a trash can."

She responded with, "I watch football every weekend with Daddy. We both watch through our eyelids, which helps filter out all the bad plays. Plus, I've been watching football my whole life, since I was born. You even tried to schedule my birth around football games (not on Thursday through Monday because of football.) I accomodated by arriving Tuesday Morning. We were home from the hospital by Thursday, just in time for football.

I countered with, "But Izzy, it's a garbage can."

Being the know-it-all that she is, she said, "It's a RECYCLING can, and it only had magazines in it. Plus, it's such a clear way of indicating my prediction. Redskins = garbage. It will just be for a minute."

Because she had backed me into a corner, I agreed. Here's the result.

Izzy in an outfit that Chris thought was okay.

Last Sunday, there was football on tv. So, Chris decided that Izzy should wear her Packers onesie. But here was the dilemma...we were going to go to the grocery store first, and I wanted her to wear her overall pants with the footies, because it got cold in any refrigerated section. So, I said I would put her overalls OVER the Packers onesie, but Chris said that if they were OVER the outfit, no one would be able to see the Packers logo. So he decided that the overalls should go UNDER the onesie. I know...before, he was joking about her outfit. But this time, he was dead serious. I took pictures, so that when Izzy got old enough to pick a favorite parent, I'd have proof that Daddy embarassed her from the start.



Notice how she's got her head pulled back? She's trying to get away from the outfit.



Her red cheeks show that even babies who are only 5 weeks old can be embarassed.



And in this one, she's resigned...after all, she's just a baby.

Izzy taking a bath

Izzy gets a bath every few days, depending on what ends up in her hair. If it's spit up, it can wait a day. But poop gets top priority. And sometimes, her neck smells so badly of sour milk, that the bath just cannot be avoided. She isn't very fond of baths yet, except for when her hair is washed. Hopefully, she'll learn to like the water...



We sit her in her little baby bath tub. Sometimes, she pees in it right away, just to mark her territory.



And then we wash her down. She wiggles around a lot, and sometimes, ends up with her face smushed into the side of the tub.



And she loves to get her hair washed. So I always do it right before I wash out her stinky neck, because she hates that. So it balances.



Then she gets bundled up in her towel, and dried off.



She looks like a burrito with eyes.

Naps

Izzy likes to take naps with her parents. Actually, Chris's favorite way to take care of Izzy is to take naps with her during weekend football games. I've only taken one nap with her...