It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again.

I woke up this morning to Gloria screaming louder than I've ever heard her.  I went into the nursery (where Mike was with her) expecting to see him tearing her fingernails off.  Seriously, I never heard her yell like this.  It turns out he was just putting lotion on her after her bath.  She hated it SO MUCH.  I think at some point she must have read Silence of the Lambs when I wasn't looking.  It's the only logical explanation.

Getting anything done in public is so difficult.  Mike and I just came back from grocery shopping.  We were gone for almost four hours.  FOUR HOURS.  It takes three days to get out of the house - Gloria has to be dressed and put in her car seat, the diaper bag has to be checked, we have to get ourselves ready, oh shoot we forgot to change her diaper, ok let's go, and as we're walking out the door she starts screaming because she's decided that she's starving.

Then it's getting her in and out of the car, in and out of the BabyBjorn.  She's puking on shirts, she's screaming because she hates her car seat, she's starving again!!

So, I estimate that from getting ready to getting home takes approximately sixteen days.  We have to leave the house with rations and water skins, because who knows when we'll be able to return.

She's been in a pretty excellent nighttime routine, though.  Usually one six hour stretch, she gets up and chugs a bottle, and then she's down for about another three.  She's much less fussy on her new formula.  (Today was glorious!  All smiles, all day!!)  In typical Stupid New Parent fashion, we recently realized that a lot of her daytime fussiness was because she was overtired.  Who knew you had to put babies down for regular naps (duh).  You'd think they'd just go to sleep when they were tired, but I guess that would make too much sense.

I'm taking care of babies, I'm taking three classes, doing blood lab projects.  Kicking ass and taking names.  All of this overconfidence is a sure sign of impending disaster, I'm sure (baby head cold, anyone?), but I'm feeling pretty good right now.

Gloria's feeling pretty confident, too, so she decided she was going to OWN tummy time.  Look at that neck strength.

Tummy Time takes a lot of thought, though.

Look at these outfits that dad puts her in.  She looks like a cartoon character.

She loves this mirror.  I can't figure out why, this is what she sees, and it's terrifying.

The rare "mommy and Gloria" photo.  I'm almost always behind the camera, so these don't happen too often.  

"Hi Mimi Rasco!  Can't wait to see you in February!"