Sania Continues to Grow

There are a lot of eating going on here at our house. K and I joke that we're eating like a family from the 50's. Sania drinks and drinks and drinks. K just sits on different pieces of furniture feeding Sania. Because she's such a good eater, it means K must be super-sentitive about what she eats. Many, many things translate into painful gas for Sania. That's why we're eating like working men from America's golden age: meat and potatoes.

Sania has learned to smile a little bit. I don't think it has anything to do with whether she's happy or not, though it does come sometimes when you want it, which is nice. It was a lot warmer today than we expected, and before long, Sania was cutting loose in her birthday suit.

Sania attented her first wedding this weekend (see, it's not all blogging and laundry), and although, in fact, two very nice people were getting married, it was difficult for those in attendance to not be momentarily dazzled by the chic young lady in the red gingham dress.

I tried to get Sania comfortable for some photography action while the sun was on the wane and K was handling Reid-bathing duties one night last week. People who know Reid's bathtime ritual well know that it's a surprise for him to let mommy crack into the bathtub rotation. One drawback of the schedule we've somewhat settled into is that after a long night of feeding (sometimes as sparingly as once, sometimes as often as three time before 6 am) Reid and I get up and get ready to go to school and work. We bang around downstairs and probably wake K more than she admits, but we try to let her and Sania sleep. As a result, K feels like she doesn't see Reid as much anymore, and I'm hungry for some Sania-time when I get home from work.

This particular night, Reid went for the mommy-bath (though I was called in to consult on the story-time and Sania was anxious to drink some delicious milk from her sole-source provider) and I snapped some pictures of Sania lounging in the fading sunlight.

I think they turned out pretty good. As family-photographer, I'm getting a little annoyed at our pocket camera (Canon Powershot A-400) because it seems to be obsessively focusing on the wrong thing in a frame, such as a lampshade in the background versus the extremely cute infant or the grinning toddler in the center of the shot. I'm mostly back on the Sony Mavica from 2003, which takes fewer pictures but of a higher quality. The main drawback of both of course is slow-button-mashing-response, and the Mavica, which really can take a nice picture, weighs as much as our dog.