Sigh.  This has been a rough Sunday.  We also said goodbye to Aunt Sam.  Between school and work she didn’t get to stay as long as Grandparents Dorsey.  But we appreciated they few days she could spare.  We got a shiny floor, a brilliant meal of chicken chili, Pili in costume, an organized pantry, and lots of snuggles with Moxie.  It was weird, though, Sam kept pinching Moxie to hear the pterodactyl sound babies make when upset… 

Well, sadly, Grandma and Grandpa left yesterday.  Team Dorsey really helped out with the Moxster.  It took a village for most things to happen.  This includes baths, diaper and outfit changes, and naps.  Having an extra few sets of hands helped with just about everything.  Ron and Carmen perfected the two-person diapering/clothes snapping.  Seriously–they could take show on the road.  We will miss the patient pacing, rocking, and patting of Grandma during Moxie’s grumpy evenings.  For now we just leave her on the floor for Gyges to comfort.  
Caution: Slick Baby

Sneaky Snap Configurations

Who Put Who To Sleep?

Carmen Always Gets Stuck with the Business End

Checkin’ Out The Competition

Last night Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Sam and the Dorsey-Lee clan went to dinner with the Mark-Tucker’s. We had great food and great conversation. Jacque was there too and she and Ruby helped out with Moxie. It was great! We prefer to parent this way–with other people helping.

Turns out, having a kid doesn’t make you instantly grow up.  Thank god.  Moxie is a champ when it comes to gas.  She farts louder than Strider and burps more often than Jess.  She is really going to give us a run for our gastrointestinal money.  Also: the face she makes when she is pooping is priceless.  Like the kind of thing we will remember to tell her first sweetheart.  Actually, we might just show this blog post.  Bam!

Happy One Month Birthday Moxie! Way to survive this long! We are so proud.  We are less proud of how long it took us to post this.  She is actually 5 weeks and 1 day old but, honestly, who is counting.  Once she makes it to 10 months we are going to stop counting completely.  For real.