You Are Our Sunshine

This week will be remembered as the week we finally thought to put up blackout curtains in the nursery. Now instead of waking up for a 6:15 feeding and then getting up for good at 7:15, Tor'll go until 8:45. This is life-changing for days when I don't have to get up early anyway (and it's probably good for the baby too).

"Oh, I thought you said you wanted a neckless for your birthday, Mother."

"Our lips feel different somehow..."

Last Sunday, I took Tor to church for the first time in his sling. He slept through the service but woke up for coffee hour (typical). We've scheduled his baptism for May 15--mark those calendars, folks.

Decked out in a Nordic sweater from Tante Christina

This week, we got out a molded plastic baby seat that some buddies handed down to us. Tor nails it at times, but he's pretty wobbly at others. Once he's really solid in the neck, we'll be able to start thinking about giving him people food.

A tableau of Hansen masculinity

Air guitar!

Blue Steel

Trying to blend into his natural habitat

Now that Spring has begun to tease us with a smattering of buds and t-shirt weather, it's time for Tor to start learning how much he enjoys being outside. We bred it into him, now we just have to acculturate the boy. If anyone runs across a John Muir action figure, buy it and we'll get you back (but only if it has moveable parts).

Grading papers on the porch