Goin' Incognito.

Lil' Mame has become such a celebrity she's had to resort to disguises to escape the endless kisses, constantly being passed around and autograph seekers.

Christmas Time

Christmas Concert

Ellie's third grade class put on an awesome christmas concert last week. She was super excited and has been walking around the house for months practicing her songs and small speaking part. The kids were told to wear christmas colors, leave it to my girl to go the extra mile and wear a head to toe christmas outfit (ballet skirt from her tap dancing concert when she was 3) including curly ribbon from our wrapping supplies. I love her style.

We are also very thrilled to have Scarlett around this year. Another stocking to hang is a dream come true. Now if we only lived at the beach, christmas would really be a dream come true. Thanks to grandma we have some great xmas outfits for little mame as well. Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday this year.

The Best Daughter and Big Sister

My 8 year old daughter is the best. She is kind, helpful, sweet, funny and a great friend to me and her sister. Ellie is like another mom to Scarlett especially when I need a break or a few extra hours of sleep. Ellie comes to my room every Saturday morning and takes Scarlett upstairs to watch cartoons with her until I get up. I don't even worry when she tends because of how great she is with her little sis. I was sort of bummed about an 8 year age gap but now I love it.

Lets also talk about her amazing athleticism which unfortunately didn't come from me. Ellie rocks every sport she tries and is so much stronger and coordinated than I ever was. Her latest addiction is basketball. She was hesitant at first but after the first game she was hooked. It is hard to score points with a 10 foot basket but she did last night. Gymnastics has moved to the back burner for now and soccer is just around the corner. I am very proud of my girl.

Three months.

Today is Little Mame's three month birthday. Insert cliche here about how time flies but it does. Okay, I will admit at our 20 week ultrasound I was a little disappointed when I found out we were having a girl. I was looking for forward to a little dude to teach to ride bikes and motos, play sports, get his first tattoo. Kidding, wife. Sort of. Now, I wouldn't change it for anything. Never before have I found myself rushing home from work, postponing bike rides or stopping by home in the middle of the day just to see my little Mame.

Last week we went to San Diego for Thanksgiving (pics coming soon). We were nervous about being "those people" with a screaming baby on a plane. She did great. The day we arrived, walking along the beach in LaJolla Scarlett was frantically licking her lips. We're assuming she was getting her first taste of salt from the ocean air. It was the funniest thing ever. Yesterday she scooted herself on her back, along the carpet and right out of her diaper. Holly found her 3' away from where she left her, nude and with a giant smile on her face. My favorite time of day is when Holly is putting Ellie to bed, the house is quiet and I can just hold her and stare at her amazing face. Every day I witness something new.

My only regret is it's looking like she ended up with my ears. Ears of which Prince Charles would be proud. When I was 17 or so my mom and dad coughed up for otoplasty (english = getting your ears tucked). I'll start saving a few bucks and hopefully can do the same for her.

Last night Holly, Lynne and I re-watched a YouTube video about a baby named Elliot born with a congenital heart disease. His parents knew he wouldn't survive long so each day they threw a birthday party for him. He survived 100 days. We all cried - again. (See Holly's post below about Scarlett's immunizations. Yes, we are saps.) As Scarlett's 100 days approaches, I realize we were in such a fog the first few weeks that we didn't completely understand how dangerous and life-threatening it was when Holly's placenta ruptured. On a shuttle bus in San Diego we met a couple and they told us a story about their son, a high risk OB doc, that had recently lost both mother and baby in a similar situation. I'm a week post-Thanksgiving but for all this we give thanks. Robert