Further photographic evidence of reproduction

Now that we have a nights sleep (more or less) behind us, here are some additional photos from Tango’s birth.

Begining labor

Baby Tango and Momma

Daddy and Baby Tango

First family portrait

Lastly, here’s a picture of the knife I used to cut the umbilical. When she gets old enough, I’ll pass it on to her as an heirloom.

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Happy Birthday baby Tango

Tango arrived at 6:41 this evening. She was six pounds eleven ounces and twenty inches long.

Tango has arrived

It’s been a few hours, so she looks a lot less like a tiny Ed Asner now.

We still haven’t decided on a name yet.

Tango goes 4D

Logan and I took Cameron for a 4D ultrasound last week. I tend to find the 4D pictures a little creepy, but these seem to have come out well.

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The smile helps.

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It took a considerable amount of probing, prodding and position changes to get Tango into the right spot, but eventually she accommodated us. The technician assured us that she could tell Tango had a lot of hair, which led me to ask whose baby it really was.

Disneyland

At the end of August we took Logan to what’s turning out to be an annual trip to Disneyland. Since it’s been a month and a half, I figured it was just about time to share the trip with you.

There will be no new king today

On our previous trips Logan didn’t really seem to understand what was going on around him, and seemed overtly traumatized by some of what he saw. His reactions were pretty dramatic to what I perceived as simple illusions. In retrospect, it makes a lot of sense. As parents we spend the first few years teaching our children the rules of the universe, how things look and operate, and Disneyland has a way of breaking reality for a mind that’s only just got used to bipedal locomotion.

Not impressed with Stitch

This year was different though. Logan had a very good grasp on what was going on around him, and was exceptionally keen to do things like see some of the characters. Some of whom he recognized.

Hugging Tigger is much better than accidently being kicked over by Tigger.

Minnie didn’t make much of an impression.

Don't bother me when I'm eating pancakes Minnie

When he saw Pooh though, Logan launched himself at the poor old bear and engaged him in a fierce and warm bear hug. It was hard to get him to turn around enough to take a picture.

Hugging Pooh.

When we posed in front of the statue of Walt and Mickey in California Adventure Land, Logan wanted to high five Mickey.

Logan wanted to high five Mickey

Instead of being afraid of the rides, Logan was insistent on visiting some. We had to ride Mater’s Junk Yard Jamboree twice, and I suspect he could have ridden it all day long.

Lightning McQueen

I let him drive the car at Autopia and he cackled and laughed uproariously nearly the entire time. He is not a good driver. I should cut him some slack though, he’s still only two years old.

Breaking fetal development news: photo update

As promised; delivered. The latest ultrasound pics of Tango. Presumably, at some point soon, we’ll begin narrowing down the list of names that are appropriate to call a baby.

Tango's profile

Here you can see a pic of Tango’s profile. The doctor noted that her cheekbones are already calcifying, which I presume means she’ll inherit her mother’s beautiful cheek structure.

It's a girl.

This photo points out the physiological proof of Tango’s gender. I’m not a perinatal physician or an ultrasound technician, so I’m entirely certain what kind of proof this is. I can, however, read clearly typed English, so I can easily determine that this is, in fact, a girl.

The obligatory creepy picture.

Lastly we have the obligatory photo where the baby looks more like a creepy alien, and less like a cuddly wuddly diaper filler.

Breaking fetal development news

Tango’s gender has been confirmed via ultrasound as female. Logan will be getting a little sister for Christmas. Grainy photos to follow.

Bang your head.

A quick update from our resident laugh expert.

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Status Update: Potty Training

Logan frequently pees in the potty when he sits on it prior to his bath.

Potty training

Sometimes, without warning, Logan will announce, “There is no poop poo in my pants!” Generally this is an indication that there is, in fact, poop poo in his pants. So, some gains and some losses, but overall, positive performance.

Breckenridge

Cameron takes an annual trip to visit with friends of hers that she went to college with. In recent years this has resulted in a long weekend trip to Denver accompanied by Logan. This year, two of the other ladies have infants in addition to their previously acquired toddlers, and Cameron is pregnant.

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So they invited the husbands.

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I suspect this was largely a ploy to get babysitting services, and provide them the opportunity to do girl things. Like pedicures, and gossip, and engineering.

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After a short visit to the Denver Mint, of which we have no photos because photos are not allowed, we drove up into the mountains to spend a week in a time share at the bottom of ski slope. Breckenridge is a beautiful town with alpine forests. The air is thin and crisp, the evenings cool, and the sky blue. It reminded me a lot of my childhood in Alaksa, and I took a little time to try and infatuate Logan with the forest.

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A word of warning; if you ever get the opportunity to spend a week in a time share with a pregnant wife suffering from morning sickness, five other adults, three toddlers, and two infants, think hard about your answer. I love my friends, and I cherish the time I get to spend with them, but I can only cherish them so much before I need peace and quiet.

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The time share had a great kiddie pool, and so Logan got to do a lot of swimming. If you ask him, that’s all that really matters.

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That, and the giant Nutella crepe he got to eat. That was pretty important too.

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Tango Bravo Delta

This is a picture from an 11 week ultrasound. It’s about three weeks old, and the due date is the second week of December.

Tango Bravo Delta

The doctor says everything looks normal. We don’t know what the gender is yet, but I’m calling it as a girl. We’ll see. For now were just calling the baby Tango.