Eva vs. The Pager

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Sleepless nights are nothing new for me. The things that have changed since the arrival of my lady love: the sound of the awakening agent and the frequency of said nights. Before inundating you with more evidence of my 'new parent picture-taking hysteria', I thought I'd analyze the nature of both types of night-time interruptions to decide which is preferable. (And, yes, I do realize that the outcome is obvious from the outset. Please exercise the willing suspension of disbelief as we go through the following blog exercise.)

#1
Pager: Beeps can reliably be stopped with the press of a button.
Eva: Cries do often responds to bouncing/feeding/diaper changing, but would not call this responding 'reliable'.

#2
Pager: Sometimes requires me to leave not only my bed but my house and to drive to a hospital.
Eva: Mercifully allows mom to meet most of her night-time needs from the comfort of her bed or her comfy rocking chair.

#3
Pager: Cannot generally be counted on to be quiet for at least two hour intervals.
Eva: Cannot generally be counted on to be quiet for at least two hour intervals (although to be fair to her and the pager, they have each at times given me up to five hours of quiet).

#4
Pager: Gets passed on to the next resident for a few days in between visits
Eva: Would be very sad (and hungry) if she was to get passed on to anyone but mama for a night

#5
Pager:Looks like this. (see above picture.)
Eva: Looks like this. (see above picture as well as glut of pictures below).

#6
Pager: Made of Plastic
Eva: Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones

#7
Pager:Prompts me to call people who are frequently frustrating and occassionally crazy.
Eva: Prompts me to cuddle an adorable infant who I am sure will never be frustrating or drive her parents crazy.

#8
Pager: Cannot be taken care of by dear hubby.
Eva: Responds quite well to diaper changes and burp sessions by Daddy.

#9
Pager: Looks like this. (again see above picture.)
Eva: Looks like this (I'm not sure this point can be underscored enough.)

#10
Pager: Will hopefully one day be a thing of the past
Eva: Will occupy my heart forever. (What? You thought I'd make it through this entire post without getting sentimental?)

Congratulations, Eva! Your prize is a lifetime supply of diaper changes, feedings, hugs, night-time soothings and...well, a lifetime of those who love you meeting your needs the way our lovely parents did for us. :) A grand prize, indeed.

And now onto the pictures:

The Halloween Pics. Take One. Apparently Baby Eva does not think its amusing to have a feeding interrupted for the noble cause of modeling cute outfits. See Mary's Blog for a cute pic where Luke appears to be holding Eva's hand in an attempt at comforting the screaming princess.

Take Two.

Daddy's Little Girl

Chris and I made a quick outing to Old Towne a while ago. We decided the charm of the cobblestone streets were worth it and luckily the bumpy stroller ride served to put our baby to sleep. Here we are by the boat that Chris and I once took a cruise on in his pre-mission days.

Chris walks in front of "The Chart House" which is where he took me for our six-month anniversary all those years ago. Oh how things have changed!

Eva wore Katharine's cute outfit to church last Sunday. The jumper still overwhelms the little darling, but I still loved it.


Is there anything cuter than a purple fleece hoodie for a newborn?


Eva considers smiling for the camera but changes her mind:


Chris's Aunt Pam made this amazing little dress for Chris's younger brother when they were still expecting him to be Jennifer instead of Jonathan. It has been perfectly wrapped in tissue paper for the past twenty seven years until we pulled it out to put on Eva. This time I woke her up from a nap to get her all dressed up. Again, you can see what she thinks about her mom interrupting more important activities for dress-up time. But isn't that outfit amazing?


Yesterday I went to a class on bow-making for little girls. As the class started, Eva (dressed as you see in the picture below) was asleep and hidden in her car seat. The teacher of the class explained that if our babies were small, we could use the thin ribbons to make little delicate bows. Big bows, she explained, overwhelm little babies. A few minutes later when Eva woke up and wanted to eat, I sheepishly pulled my daughter out of her seat, painfully exposing the fact that I had committed the sin of putting a Texas-style bow on my little one.


Now I'm going to leave you with all that cuteness and try to lie down. I'm feeling like this: