The Yellow Room

Susannah’s room is painted a wonderful shade of sunshine yellow with murals covering three walls. Hold on, I am trying to find the pictures I took of the room.

Well, I will have to find them at home. Don’t you hate it when you think you have your photos organized to a point where you think you can find anything?

I think I have them somewhere else on another portable hard drive.

{edit, hours later}I found them!

Anyway, this room is going to be Susannah’s room if we stay in our house while she grows up. We may very well stay here. We love it in Portsmouth. The neighborhood we bought our house in has great character. Our neighbors are like the neighbors of old. We talk to each other. The neighbors across the street from us just had a little boy and so they are very kind in offering any kind of kids bedding or a swing or a bassinet. We have used that bassinet a whole lot. Susannah sleeps in our room for now, but we will soon get her used to her own bed and her own room. The yellow room. She will love it!

Oh my Goodness, She is Crying Again…

Susan and I are at the three week and one day mark of being parents. It is so much fun watching Susannah get bigger and change before our very eyes. And we do even love her fussing and crying, strange as it may seem. We just know the crying goes with the territory of a newborn. She still doesn’t know what is happening around her and she just knows that she got fed twenty four hours a day, seven days a week in the womb, and now when she wakes up, her stomach is empty. And so she screams bloody murder.

And when Susan or I have a major headache from the screaming we have ways to deal with it. Take an aspirin or something stronger, like fioricet, a medicine for stronger-than-average headaches.

But we love it. That crying means that she is alive and well. No sign of weakness in her lungs.