Grandparents day

The day started off like any other. Mallory and I woke up around 8:00 and we both ate breakfast. Then, she hung out with Daddy while I got ready for the day. Around lunch time, Grandma and Grandpa Sachs came over for a visit. They brought us Gyro's for lunch and we all enjoyed lunch while Mallory snoozed. Then it was play time. She got so much attention. Then, just as Grandma and Grandpa Sachs were leaving, Grandma & Grandpa Preston came over along with Aunt Kelly and Cousin Ivan. They brought us potato soup for dinner and also showered Mallory with attention. No one told me that when you have a baby, you get so much free food. How am I ever going to lose this baby weight? It was very wonderful to have Grandparents day here at home. Everyone enjoyed the company and Mallory was spoiled rotten with hugs and kisses and attention.

Kitty Comforts

Okay - for those of you who don't know what Kitty Comforts is, let me explain. Growing up in the Morley household, my mother would always refer to being extremely comfortable as "Kitty Comforts." The reason for this is, that she realized that no matter how a cat is laying - no matter how strange the position, they always looked incredibly comfortable. So, when you are on the couch, under a comfy blanket, and SUPER comfortable, you were known to have "Kitty Comforts." In the tradition of Kitty Comforts, I had to post these pics...

Quality time with Grandpa Morley

Shortly after arriving home, the visitors started stopping by. Grandpa Morley is the closest to us and has stopped by many times just for a quick visit. Whenever Grandpa comes by, he picks her up and she immediately begins to poop. I don't know what it is, but you will always be able to see the "poop face" when Grandpa Morley is around. He also takes out her binky and insists that she does not need it (and she usually doesn't when Grandpa is around).

Mallory's first bath

On the Tuesday after we got home from the hospital, Marc and I prepared ourselves to give Mallory her first bath. We decided to wait until aunt Lori got home from work (Lori, Mike, and Ivan were staying with us) so that she could help guide us as we did this for the first time. Because Mallory's umbilical cord had not fallen out, we couldn't put her in her infant tub and had to give her a sponge bath. We started at her head and worked our way down to her toes. Mallory loved getting her hair washed and was quite content. However, as we moved to her face and body, the crying started. Finally, we were able to finish and get her all nice and clean. After drying her off with her towel, we couldn't help but laugh at her peach fuzz hair that stuck up on end. How cute.

Cousin Ivan discovers Mallory

After several days of trying to get Ivan to notice his new little cousin Mallory, he finally realized that there was a live baby in the house. He suddenly was walking up to the pack-n-play trying to sneak a peak over the top and look at the baby. However, he became quite frustrated when he realized he wasn't tall enough to see the baby. So, with a little help from mom, Ivan was able to see the baby and he seemed excited about his new little cousin.

Welcome Home Mallory!

On Sunday, January 4th, we were discharged from the hospital and made our way home. Mallory loved the car and went right to sleep. When we got home we slowly introduced Mallory to her new home and to her new pets, Ally & Mo. They both were very good and gentle with Mallory. They both slowly approached her in her car seat and just sniffed softly.

The first night was pretty tough. Mallory did not want to sleep in her bassinet and wanted to be held constantly. It was our first real taste of sleepless nights. However, since then we have had some really good nights and I think we are finally getting settled and used to each other and the nights have gotten much easier.

A Limerick for Mallory

Here is a limerick written by our good friend Mark S. for Mallory:

Happy Birthday little Mallory Allyn
The heart of your dad, you're corrallin'
He loves you quite dear
Please keep that thought near
For at 16, you'll think that he's Stalin