Can't sleep. Baby will eat me.

Hey guys, remember when Iris was born and she was that skinny little slice of a baby? Remember how we all commented that she seemed to be a reasonable weight, but she was just so tall that there would be no way to fatten her up? Har. Iris weighs 13lbs. 15oz. That's somewhere in the 73rd percentile for weight. And lest you think her height has tapered off, she's now 25 inches long. That would be the 87th percentile right there. So she's grown three (THREE!) inches since she was born, and gained six pounds.

Make adorable baby: check. Plump to Dom DeLuise proportions ASAP: checkitty check. Must be all that cake we're feeding her. No, but seriously? Similac has to be like iron-fortified liquid cake for babies, because she was plenty big when she was exclusively breast-fed, but the ankle/wrist/knee/mid-arm/everywhere fat rolls didn't really present themselves till formula started comprising half of her diet.

I almost feel bad for Iris. She's doomed to be the biggest kid in class, and I'm sure she'll always be mistaken for a kid much older than her actual years. It already happens a bit now with me, and I'm pretty sure I know when she was born. She looks like a toddler with severely stunted gross-motor skills. Hey, why can't that two-year-old walk or sit up or even crawl yet? Oh. Because she's not quite four months.

In other, moderately related news, Kelly ripped up her beast of an iris patch in her front yard and donated a good 50 bulbs or so to us. I'd been meaning to get some irises in the ground for a while now, for obvious reasons, but hadn't really gotten around to it. Kelly's so helpful. Anyway, I was going to work them into the existing beds here and there around the house, but I figured - what the hey, might as well give them their own space. They spread so quickly that I'd hate to see them take over an area and then just have to be moved again in a year. So they are now lining the East side of our house and I couldn't be more tickled with them. I did the little jumpy clappy dance when I was done planting them because I couldn't help but picture Iris sitting amongst them in the springtime and all of the ridiculous captions those pictures would foster. Can. Not. Wait.

I took a bunch of pictures this morning, but then Iris went to sleep in the room with the little upload cord thingy, so you'll have to wait for those. She's recently fallen in love with any and all stuffed animals that sing songs (curse you, Fisher Price), but one in particular makes her go all squealy like the Beatles showed up. It's this little white bunny, wearing pink jammies, and her name is Hettie. Uh, Iris picked the name. Anyway, the point is I took a bunch of pictures of Iris and Hettie this morning and they're delicious. I'll get them up soon.

More pictures, then I swear a post with actual words is coming.

They came out small again! Not sure what's going on with that. Anyway, clearly these were taken by Kelly (again), but I'll start taking my own or get Kyle to get some while I'm at work, because Kelly can't always be around to take pictures of the baby and trim her nails because I'm afraid of breaking her. If you don't have access to facebook then these are new to you, if you do & they're not, wait a couple of days and I'll post new stuff after Iris' three-month checkup on Thursday.

Kelly is much better at taking pictures than I am.

Well, I'm not sure why these came out so teeny. Oh well, they're at least showing up, which is probably the best we can expect when it comes to me and technology. These were all taken by Kelly, posted to her Facebook page and then completely ripped off by me to post here.

Baby Cruella!

I'm pretty sure this picture was taken by Kelly the morning of Iris' big sleepover party. It doesn't look like she missed me too terribly. Awesome.

Iris is totally in love with Lola, and I'm pretty sure Lola really likes Iris. She's been trying to call her Baby Luella since she was born, but it usually comes out as Cruella or Truella or Druella, and sometimes she switches gears altogether and just calls her Baby Iris. Rest assured, Lola will never make reference to that kid without the title of Baby preceding whichever name she chooses that day. I hope she doesn't mind that too much when she's 15.

After bath & a little bitty dress up party

Here are the post bath photos as promised.  We had some friends in town visiting for my birthday this weekend and I managed to snap another photo of Iris and Sophia (you might recognize her as the blonde blur holding Iris in that last batch of photos), except this time you can see their faces and everything.  

Snazzy duck towel!  Also, my bathroom mirror could really use some help.  Huh.

Silly Mexican Dress!

Silly Mexican Dress with Hat!  And Cat!

Sophia and Iris revealing their MI pride. :)

squeaky

This is just to say:

The Baby took a bath.

It was delicious.

Pictures to follow.*

*(but not of the actual event, they're more of the post-towel-wrap era, because you know she's not so good at the breathing underwater, and I didn't trust her not to try it while I attempted to capture cute squeaky/splashy baby moments.)

Chillaxin.

Nothing new here, but I thought everyone would enjoy these pictures of Kyle and Iris hanging out.  I know all three photos are fairly similar, but it should be noted that this whole 'sitting with Dad while simultaneously not freaking out' thing was all but impossible for Iris as recently as just a few weeks ago.  Enjoy!