Right now Alice is sitting in an empty bathtub singing 'I Am A Child of God' at the top of her voice (or at least her version of it). Since Bruce is asleep and she doesn't want to get out on her own and I can't lift her, she gets to stay in as long as she wants. It's been 10 minutes so far--it will be interesting to see how long she lasts.


This is a picture of Myra and the formula we got from the hospital. Alice kept on trying to give her crackers, grapes, etc. so we explained that the only thing Myra eats is milk. Next thing we know, Myra has a seat full of formula and nipples. What a good big sister!



Last night was the first time Myra has spit up. We were thinking for awhile there that we had a stomach of steel baby prodigy on our hands. I sat her up next to this Elmo and she spit up all over the front of herself. Maybe it's an aversion to red fuzzy monsters?