Curry Pacifier

With the arrival of the man formally known as Pop-Pop close to coming to fruition, we were worried that he would not know the sweet little Fischer from before. We came to believe again that we know nothing about parenting (common feeling). Hopefully there is no record on google for some of our searches for answers. Renee had suspected such conditions such as teething to acid reflux. I basically had to cave on my normal position similar to an old bad practice of insurance companies. I deny all claims initially.

To the rescue weird Indian herbal medicine. A savior. She now has returned to her old happy self. I have to trick her by giving her a pacifier then extracting it then sneaking in the drops of the herbal potion. Its also a great time to sing songs about curry tasting pacifiers with Renee chanting yogo mantras. However these past two weeks have been by far the hardest. So for this post I've pulled a couple videos here from our archives since this past week it was crying baby hot potato.







This video was pulled from the early archives. It had to be a quick one as my battery almost ran out. It really doesn't need much caption but just to know that it still is the reigning all time favorite diaper change. We also promise to dress our baby appropriately once we return to civilization.



Thank you Indian potion. Fischer Moss is back.

Mrs. Sniffs

Mrs Sniffs (Senorita Sollestar) is a pre-cry sniffing. This video illuminates a beautiful Mrs. Sniffs. It also shows many other disturbing things.

1. While little ones own the night, parents still rule little ones during the day.
2. I am clinically insane after getting 0 sleep.
3. I love kissing the lips. (more on this later)
4. The bald spot is really fun to play with.



My mom purchased this ridiculous outfit for her. This proves that its impossible to make her look bad.

a hilarious combination

Now individually these 3 pose no threat, but together they are quite powerful. This perfect storm converged last Sunday. As Renee and I began this Sunday on the emotional side. My normal response to post pregnancy emotions is "they told me this might happen". However similar to "thats what she said", this response has lost popularity with some over time (myself not included).

Normally I am the root of most disagreements. However this day clearly had the post pregnancy puppeteer at work.

I lightheartedly laughed off the warnings of one Skip Wilson who had advised me to make sure to know when the baby monitors are on. He told me a story about him forgetting the baby monitor was on while some friends were over watching a football game. He went upstairs to put one of his kids to bed and his baby talk was broadcast downstairs to all his friends.

During our multiple "discussions" this day we had forgotten that we had placed one baby monitor outside our balcony so we could hang out at the pool while Fischer slept. As these "discussions" transitioned many venues it finally settled and resolved in our living room. Only minutes after our Brittish neighbor Chris came over to our window and mumbled something that was first construed as "Your bra is being broadcast to the world" Obviously my mind was racing until he repeated "Your brawl is being broadcast the world". This made much more sense. I then realized what had happened and ran outside and yelled the only logical thing.
"$2.99 for the first minute and .99 cents each additional."

I couldn't resist posting this funny face of her. The others are of her first being able to grab things. She is gaining some control over the crazy force that is the hands.