I had one of those dreams last night where the dialogue and reactions and character motivations and so forth were all incredibly realistic, but the plot was typical dream weirdness, in this case involving Native American ghost and nuclear war. But parts were just so detailed and, if not sensible, at least internally consistent.

I woke up after we ducked and covered, the bomb went off, and the light kept getting brighter and brighter. This may perhaps explain my rather blah mood today. Or it could just be that Leif was a total twit all day.

Beeb is at the scooting backwards when trying to go forward stage, which means we're in for trouble soon.

I turned on the tv, and something about Brad and Angelina's baby was on.

Astrid is cuter. So was Leif. And they're cuter than Sean Preston, too.

Why the heck am I watching this?

Astrid's hair is darker than we thought yesterday, possibly even black. Where in the world did she get that from?

I'm feeling sad because I didn't feel this way (happy and connected) with Leif during his early days.

(Edited for clarity :))

Astrid Thora was born at 9:10 PM. She almost ended up in the toilet, but we caught her in time :)

She's pretty tiny, but has been nursing since she was born so they haven't weighed her yet. I'll update more when we get around to it.