Almost There

Success! We spent most of the day at Albany Med (of course). Leila is doing great. More on that later. But we are still chilling in the NICU. Today, I spent some of that time working on the laptop and wrote lots and lots of backposts. I still need to get Karen’s AWESOME videos up and a few of her pictures, but this finishes most of my old pictures.

Ha! Old . . . none of them are more than two months . . . old. Whatever.

I’ve got a picture or two from today I’d like to share and some AWESOME video, but for some reason my phone is NOT wanting to sync to Google’s cloud. Not sure why. Once I figure that out, I’ll update / tweak this post with a pic or two and a video.

One Eye Open

She may or may not be looking at me.

Leila, on her side, with one eye open.

Back Posting

I am, apparently, a horrible person. My daughter was born on May 12 of this year. Yet, it took me nearly two months to write anything about it here.

Clearly, I must make amends.

I am going to write some back posts, documenting the journey of my Monkey. She deserves that and so much more. To recap, she was born over two months early. She has been in NICU all this time. She was a mere four pounds, nine ounces when she was born.

She is perfect.

Question: Why is her nickname Monkey?

Answer: Because she makes monkey sounds! On the day she was born, and every day since, she has made these little squeaks. Sometimes they sound like a premature laugh. They are adorable. And for some reason, they made me thing of a monkey.

And there you have it. The origin of the Monkey.

Cold Brew FAIL

This was such a cool idea. Too bad it didn’t quite work. Tasted nice, but it was soooo weak. Must adjust and try again.

Water with coffee floating in it.


Leila, asleep, again.

Leila, asleep, again and again again..

Changing The Monkey

Thanks. From the bottom of our hearts, we really enjoyed that. Really.

Changing the monkey.

Fortunately, I’ll get to embarass her with all these photos later. I win the end. Always.

Monkey Clothes

Onesies don’t cost much. And they don’t really need that many outfits. Yet, socially, we inundate new parents with clothing. And while it is great, I kinda wish people would wait until they started school. Inundating me with clothese when she starts highschool would be just as appreciated.

Lots of monkey clothes.

I’m just saying.