Sophie sleeping through the night

Sophie in a gown that I wore as a baby. It was made by Aunty Katherine

Sophie with duckies

Family in Seatoun for lunch.

Kris 4WDing with Sophie

My parents left for Christchurch on Thursday morning last week. Since then, Sophie has returned to her normal routine without much fuss. She is actually regularly sleeping through the night now (7–8 hours), all thanks to a great feeding routine Denali has got her into. This means that we are less tired. Although, we still get up early anyway to make sure she is OK.

Sophie will soon be too big for her bassinet. Hopefully we will be able to use the same cot that my Great Grandmother used… we just have to get it up here somehow. Also, Sophie is losing her hair a wee bit because of the amount of head turns she does while asleep. She leaves hair embedded in her bassinet mattress.

On Tuesday Denali will take her to the doctors to get her 6 week injections and afterward go and meet the Plunket nurse for the first time.

Denali is returning to her aqua jogging fitness regime this week and will also attend mother’s group at church again too, but this time with a baby!

I had a fairly busy week at work, but still managed to get a half day off to spend it with Mum and Dad before they went to Christchurch. I did end up going to work for the afternoon today though to catch up. We are currently finishing off a netball training video for the National Bank, which needs some work before Friday’s deadline. Denali and Sophie hung out at work with me though, which was really nice. Sophie seemed mesmerized by some of the art in the edit suite.

On Saturday morning I was enjoying a cuddle with Sophie in bed, when all of a sudden she unleashed her first projectile vomit. The spew went all over my chest and arms, in my armpits, all over the duvet, the sheets, and all over her. It was absolutely disgusting! I wish we had grabbed a photo at the time because it was an impressive chuck.

This photo, however was taken on Wednesday night after a minor puke. The projectile version was at least 50 times this messy.

A small pukey-wookey

Note the developing moustache in the photo above. This hideous facial detriment is my feeble effort thus far in my work's annual moustache-growing competition. We have to commit to growing a particualar style and compliment it on judgement day with some kind of outfit. I am growing 'the major'. However, I am almost certain I will lose... I mean... it just looks gross.

- Rich

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