First trip to the beach

Justin's family visited this past weekend, and we took Auletta to the beach for the first time, in glorious Milford.

All dressed up.



But it is rather windy.



Someone else holds the camera.

Six months!

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What, you thought I had pictures? No. But a new MacBook is on its way, so I will have lots of pictures soon. (The HP is back and has been working for all of 24 hours so far, but Justin's computer is terminally ill anyway so it will be nice to have two computers that aren't lame, if the HP lasts this time.)

Auletta is 15 1/2 lb. and 26 inches long. Both measurements, again, around the 50th percentile. Her head measurement (44 cm) puts her at something like the 85th percentile. We're going to start her on solids today, except she fell asleep, so hopefully she'll wake up soon and not be cranky so we can embark on the exciting adventure of real food, if rice cereal is real food. Justin's mom gave us a candle to put in her cereal. I'm not sure if rice cereal is thick enough for the candle to stay up, but we'll try.

BOO. (Again.)

I don't think I even have to tell you. Three days this time. Since we're probably going to get a new computer anyway, I am starting to think of this as a fun game: guess how many times HP will pay to ship my computer overnight before they decide it's cheaper to fix it for good!

But I did get a few more pictures on Smugmug before the last Blue Screen of Death. So, very belatedly, Auletta's five-month birthday pictures.

First of all, I realized that I had almost no pictures of her sleeping in her bouncy seat, and as those moments are becoming rarer, I wanted to capture one of them. She still sometimes sleeps with her head tipped to the side like this, which looks uncomfortable but is how she spent her last months in the womb.



With the star of one of her favorite books:



With Moxy the Ugly Doll:



With, um, beer. It's Belgian. We're starting her out young:



I took a lot, so I'll post more in future entries.

YAY. (Again.) (Maybe.)

We're back, and so is my computer, which arrived this morning. (HP actually attempted to ship it while we were across the country, despite repeated notice from me that were not around to receive it, but DHL very nicely held the package until today.) We'll see how long it lasts this time. In any case I think we will be returning to my Apple roots for our next computer. All three of us have a cold and have slept most of the time we've been home since returning Saturday morning, but I should have pictures from our healthier days on Smugmug soon, if my laptop holds up.

Okay.

HP is not quite dead to me. They got a box to me this morning and I dropped it off, so hopefully my computer will be for real fixed when I get back. Out.

BOO.

Well, I managed to get four entire pictures on Smugmug before my computer died again. And there's not much I can do about it right now because we're leaving for Seattle tomorrow. Hewlett Packard, you are dead to me.

YAY.

My computer is finally back. HP had it for three weeks. They had to order a new motherboard or something, which I guess makes sense because it's almost two years old, but still, grr. Justin and I aren't used to sharing a computer, and it got rather wearing.

I will post new pictures soon.

Four months!

I know, late again.

Auletta had her four-month appointment yesterday. She weighs 13 lb. 8 oz. and is 24" long (or high, if she could stand, which she kind of can with help now). Her height and weight measurements are still right around the 50th percentile, and her head measurement remains around the 75th percentile.







Gomma passed away Monday morning. Between arrangements for her memorial service this weekend in Chapel Hill and the contemporaneous demise of my computer (I'm sharing with Justin until mine is fixed), I probably won't be blogging much for the next week or two.

On a walk

I converted everything to black and white because the colors this time of year are bleak anyway.











One splash of color:

Gaze

This picture is a little odd, but it might be the best example of Auletta's eye color right now. She was born with blue eyes, but they seem to be turning brown, from the inside out. This is what I would expect according to a nifty online eye color predictor, which gives our spawn a 50% chance of having brown eyes. So it looks like she'll be a brown-eyed girl like her mom--and probably vertically and visually challenged, too. SHA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA-LA TI DA!



But her eyes are very clear in that picture. Usually her eye color is sultry.

Milestones!

Auletta has had an exciting fourth month so far. For one thing, she started laughing regularly--she'd laughed for the first time around the end of December but does it a lot more often now, and EVERYTHING is funny to her. It's pretty cool. She has also just in the last week or so started reaching for and grabbing things with increasing deliberation--usually they're things that are within the range of her flailing arms anyway, but she stopped clenching her hands into fists and then discovered that if they're not clenched they grab onto things, and then discovered that they can grab things she sees.



And TODAY she rolled over from her tummy to her back twice! I think it helps that I've started putting her arms under her chest when she does tummy time, so she is beginning to learn that her arms can do things. Of course the third time I put her on her tummy to see if she'd roll over again she just grunted indignantly.

Oh, and she's drooling like crazy. She's never spit up a lot, so it took me a while to figure out why people kept giving us bibs.

Auletta cops a 'tude

This is what she thinks of your incessant picture-taking:



Auletta goes organic. The onesie says "Does this diaper make my butt look big?", and Justin doesn't like it because he thinks it'll give Auletta a bad body image.

The last of Christmas cheer

Auletta with Justin's cousin Catherine. Like I've said, big head.



This is what the whole family looks like:



After all the celebrating, Auletta gets a bath:

Even more Christmas cheer

Auletta with her grandpa and her great-great-aunt (!)



With Gompa, her grandpa, and her great-uncles and great-aunt:



Almost all the female Schwabs! Which looks like a lot until you see the whole family.

Three months old!

We interrupt our festival of Christmas pictures to notify you that Auletta is three months old. I'm on time with pictures, for once.











The last picture was taken on a quilt we just got today from my Aunt Anne.

More Christmas cheer

All partied out before the party even starts:



Obligatory family photo. Auletta really couldn't be bothered--she was more interested in her fist, which is pretty standard these days.



Napping with Grandpa:

Christmas morning

Right after the kids woke us up to do stockings:



Justin and Auletta contemplate the wonder of Christmas, or something:





The haul:



Auletta with her great-grandfather (note the new Tar Heels jersey over her Christmas outfit)



After presents and Christmas dinner, it's time for a nap with Uncle Quintin:



And Grandma:

Christmas Eve

We had lunch at Gomma and Gompa's retirement place--in our own banquet room, so as not to aggrieve aging people who don't want someone else's 12 grandchildren running around. (There are 16 total but four arrived after Christmas.) Roughly speaking, there was a grownup table, a little kid table, and a big kid table. We sat at the big kid table with, let's say, the other grandkids who are old enough to use Facebook.

I am not sure what is happening here:



Zack and Auletta:



The little kids, unsupervised, were playing with knives.



Everybody loves Auletta!

Gomma and Auletta

So, pictures. This is the first meeting between Gomma and Auletta:



Four generations:



On a side note: I've had an external flash for my camera for a while but have usually been too lazy to use it. (And it draws attention. Now that most digital cameras are so tiny, when you have a digital SLR, everyone's like, "Oooh, that's a serious camera!" and then if you have a larger zoom lens, everyone's more awed, and then if you have a flash everyone thinks you're paparazzi even if you have no idea what you're doing.) I finally used it to take most of the indoor pictures over Christmas, and I'm so glad I did because it makes a huge difference. I like to use natural light, partly out of laziness and partly because it's nicer, but I'm very pleased with the results I got using the flash. In most of the pictures I took, I bounced it off the ceiling to light everything evenly and avoid shadows, which are one thing I hate about using on-camera flashes.

Catching up

Now that things are back to normal after the holidays, I should really be posting again. At the very least, I have lots of pictures.

We spent Christmas in Chapel Hill, as we both have every year since 2003, when we were engaged (and Justin has almost every year of his life). The drive down was great. It's a 10-hour drive according to Mapquest; we did it in 11 hours, including two stops to eat/nurse Auletta and traffic most of the way from DC to Fredericksburg. We left early in the morning, and Auletta slept all the way from New Haven to somewhere around Stafford, Virginia, which is north of Fredericksburg. She is awesome in the car. As you can guess, we drove like bats out of hell whenever we had the chance.

Gomma is still hanging in there. She got to meet Auletta and is still well enough to appreciate seeing her first great-grandchild--she said several times how cute she is, and it's not easy for her to get sentences out, period (it is clear she's still capable of forming thoughts, but it takes a lot of effort to express them). And of course the rest of the extended family got to meet Auletta too. Once again, I didn't get to hold her very much because everyone else was bogarting the baby. She is in a wonderful cuddly stage where she's getting more substantial but is still easy to hold and snuggly, so I can't blame them.

On the way back we stopped in Charlottesville for a night, which was long enough for me to see my friend Heidi and her family, Laura, and all the people at Incarnation I haven't seen since May. I love the drive north on 29 when, just past Lynchburg, you get your first glimpse of the Blue Ridge, and then right as we crossed the Albemarle County line, the sun broke through the trees, angels started singing, etc. Even in the bleak midwinter, it's beautiful. I miss Virginia dreadfully, but that's another post in itself. Oh, we stopped at a great barbecue place in North Carolina on the way to Charlottesville--barbecue, sweet tea, hush puppies, the works. I think whatever weight I gained over the holidays happened there. Yum.

The drive the following day from Charlottesville to New Haven took almost as long as the drive from New Haven to Chapel Hill, because of rain and traffic--Auletta was good, but she was eating at least every three hours day and night for the next few days (she's starting to go five or six hours on average at night), so that was trying, but at least we were home. On the drive back I got the call from my family that my grandmother had passed away. It wasn't really a surprise--I went out to Seattle in June on short notice because we thought then her health was declining rapidly, but she started doing better and was all right until she had a stroke on Christmas Eve--but I feel badly that she never got to meet her first great-granddaughter. We had a tough choice this Christmas, with two grandmothers who were probably not going to make it another year, and we've been so occupied with Gomma's cancer that it never really occurred to me my own grandmother would die first, simply of being old. The memorial service will be in March, when we visit Seattle for Justin's Christmas break. I will work on a tribute to her here--she was a quiet but amazing woman, and probably the best role model I'll ever have.

Since we got back we've been hanging out at home. Justin's exams are this month, so he is (supposed to be) studying for them, and we've been following the early primaries, which is more interesting than actually voting in them. (We're not registered in Connecticut yet and primaries aren't open here--one reason Lamont defeated Lieberman in the 2006 primary--which as independents we both find annoying, so we might not vote. But this year the nominees might not be a forgone conclusion by Super Tuesday, so our vote would, like, count and stuff. I am kind of excited that as of this week, it seems possible the nominees on each side will be the ones I would have chosen and will give us a positive choice instead of a decision between a giant douche and a turd sandwich.)

I'll try to post pictures every day this week. All the kids are doing it.