Claire Helen is 5 weeks old, so old that we had our childbirth class reunion tonight. She was as big as all the other babies, who were 3 weeks older than she was, and boys to boot. They'd all come early, but she decided to make a late entrance, as we may recall. She also met our friends' baby on Sunday, who was only a week old (and we would post some really cute pictures except the site isn't taking that format. Durn internet.). I'm not sure how much they got to know each other, but she seemed to have a nice time.
She's old enough now that she can seem to have a nice time or not. I went to lunch with my friend Katie the other day, and Claire Helen did not have a very nice time, I think because Katie's office wasn't air conditioned, and it was hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk that day.
She still doesn't really fuss, though, despite the fact that we are now in the "fussy zone" of the 6th week. Go baby.
Betty the dog ate my breastpump, so Betty is now both in the literal and figurative doghouse.
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