First, a photo (since, fortunately, that's all anyone really cares about):
Jenny Lynn is named after two wonderful people. Jeannette, my maternal Grandmother, and Marilyn, Jeff's Mom. And she seems to be taking after both of them.
Her Great Grandmother Jeannette was a tiny little spitfire. Smart as a whip, starting college at the age of 16, at a time when few women even went to college. As a young Mother, she drove a pink Thunderbird convertible (call it the original "push gift"). She was one of the sweetest people that I have ever met and I loved her with all of my heart. I still miss her.
While Jeff is better positioned to tell you about his Mom, I can tell you that Marilyn was wonderful and loving and accepting. She immediately took me into her heart and family and I had the honor of having her call me her son. Among her many talents, Marilyn was an accomplished Opera singer. We converted a number of her performances to digital recordings so we could preserve them for the kids.
Today was a good example of how Jenny Lynn takes after her namesakes. First, although her brother slept almost all day, she would have none of it. I held her for about 30 minutes this morning and, other than during the occasional yawn, her eyes were wide open looking at everything. (By the way, her eyes are the most amazing color I've ever seen. I'm sure they will eventually turn brown, but right now they are this unique mix of blue and brown. I've never seen it before. Kaden's are the same.) Finally, I put her back into her crib and she refused to lie still, even when she was sound asleep. Instead, she squirmed and squirmed and scooted herself all over her crib. The nurses and I made a game of deciding whose turn it was to reposition her back into the middle of her crib, under the heat lamps. Makes me wonder how she's going to react when we start swaddling her. Probably just like her Great Grandmother would have reacted if anyone had tried to tell her what to do.
At the same time, Jenny Lynn kept making these sweet little chirps, punctuated by an occasional full-throated aria. I may not be an expert, but even her cries sound like music to me.
Jenny Lynn would be a very lucky girl to grow up to be like her namesakes.
So, other baby news. Again, let's start with another photo; this time of our little sleeping frog, Kaden:
Today was the first day that I did not hold him. He slept the entire time I was there, both in the morning and then again this afternoon. He was so peaceful, I did not have the heart to pick him up (although I did get to stroke his skin and give him kisses).
But we're going to make up for it tomorrow. First, Jeff A. lands late tonight. And, second, we're going to try to start bottle feeding him. Since it's likely to take a long time to get 2 oz of formula into him, we'll get to hold him for a long time.
Jenny Lynn is named after two wonderful people. Jeannette, my maternal Grandmother, and Marilyn, Jeff's Mom. And she seems to be taking after both of them.
Her Great Grandmother Jeannette was a tiny little spitfire. Smart as a whip, starting college at the age of 16, at a time when few women even went to college. As a young Mother, she drove a pink Thunderbird convertible (call it the original "push gift"). She was one of the sweetest people that I have ever met and I loved her with all of my heart. I still miss her.
While Jeff is better positioned to tell you about his Mom, I can tell you that Marilyn was wonderful and loving and accepting. She immediately took me into her heart and family and I had the honor of having her call me her son. Among her many talents, Marilyn was an accomplished Opera singer. We converted a number of her performances to digital recordings so we could preserve them for the kids.
Today was a good example of how Jenny Lynn takes after her namesakes. First, although her brother slept almost all day, she would have none of it. I held her for about 30 minutes this morning and, other than during the occasional yawn, her eyes were wide open looking at everything. (By the way, her eyes are the most amazing color I've ever seen. I'm sure they will eventually turn brown, but right now they are this unique mix of blue and brown. I've never seen it before. Kaden's are the same.) Finally, I put her back into her crib and she refused to lie still, even when she was sound asleep. Instead, she squirmed and squirmed and scooted herself all over her crib. The nurses and I made a game of deciding whose turn it was to reposition her back into the middle of her crib, under the heat lamps. Makes me wonder how she's going to react when we start swaddling her. Probably just like her Great Grandmother would have reacted if anyone had tried to tell her what to do.
At the same time, Jenny Lynn kept making these sweet little chirps, punctuated by an occasional full-throated aria. I may not be an expert, but even her cries sound like music to me.
Jenny Lynn would be a very lucky girl to grow up to be like her namesakes.
So, other baby news. Again, let's start with another photo; this time of our little sleeping frog, Kaden:
Today was the first day that I did not hold him. He slept the entire time I was there, both in the morning and then again this afternoon. He was so peaceful, I did not have the heart to pick him up (although I did get to stroke his skin and give him kisses).
But we're going to make up for it tomorrow. First, Jeff A. lands late tonight. And, second, we're going to try to start bottle feeding him. Since it's likely to take a long time to get 2 oz of formula into him, we'll get to hold him for a long time.
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