Baby Boy.

We went down to the rocks so Martin could take some pictures of me with an overflowing belly of baby. He has not touched a camera more than a handful of times in his life, so I gave lots of instructions. For some reason, he understood that the entire subject matter needed to be inside the tiny focus rectangle at the center of the screen. The good thing about this is there is definitely no chopping off of body parts and it certainly leaves a lot of room for re-composing the photo by cropping and generally what you want to be in focus will be in focus. Luckily my camera has a relatively large sensor, allowing for LOTS of enlargement of an extreme crop. Thank you, Papa!

All the family goes to bed.

The dogs have to sleep in the playpen, because there are no more beds.

Holding the cradle in her hand, Iris sings to the baby:

“Rock-a-bye baby, thy cradle is green / father’s a nobleman, mother’s a queen…”

… but the baby wakes up. She is hungry. She wants to sleep next to mommy.

Notice here how Mommy & Papa have switched places in bed.

While they sleep, Iris looks for something to give the baby.

“Nothing in the fridge,” she says, lamenting. “Nothing in the freezer—”

—So Mommy gets the car from the garage and takes the baby shopping.

1) First you throw all the balls into the pool. There are many.

2) Then you throw all the balls out of the pool.

3) And then you throw them back in,

4) then out again…

5) etc.

(She had already eaten all the mushrooms and sweet potatoes. There was creme brulee for dessert.)