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So, thanks to my great friend Lalita, I've now got a new digital camera, and I'm uploading pictures as we speak. I'll try to put some on this post.

Three months since I've last updated, so there's a lot of ground to cover now. My new baby has gone through an amazing amount of changes. Three monts ago we were super excited that she was rolling over on her own. Her hair was growing back to cover her bald spot, and she was smiling and laughing readily.

In three short months, she has exploded in growth, weight, and development. Actually, the major changes have happened in just the last week or so. First she started crawling, which I was VERY fortunate to be at home to see. Now she crawls just as soon as you set her down. She is no longer content to just lay there anymore. A day or so after she started crawling, she was able to sit up on her own. Now she crawls, reaches an object, grabs it, sits up, and promptly puts it in her mouth. Then, two days ago, we spotted her first tooth! It's coming out nicely, and I'm not sure when the whole "teething tantrums" begin, but she has been real peaceful about the process so far. it's been a rather eventful June. All this came in time for her six month birthday, which was yesterday.

To celebrate, we went to the zoo. Did you know tuesdays are $2? And if you show proof of payment for tri-met, you get a dollar off of your ticket. So Sarah and I got into the zoo for just $2! That was a rather nice suprise. And because the weather was kind of dismal, it was mostly not busy. We dressed warm, and to the cold was no issue. Ophelia was mostly indifferent to the animals. When we went into the lorikeet exibit, (The one where you get a small cup of syrupy liquid that the birds eat) I held the cup while my arm was extended. The baby was on my chest in the front pack facing me. Two birds immediatly landed on my arm to fight over the cup, and one landed on my shoulder making noises. Loud noises. Ophelia saw all of this, her face screwed up in a frightened expression, and loudly expressed her displeasure. She did not like those frendly, colorful birds.

Anyway, back to work. Let me try to put up some pictures.

Positive

I am healthy.

Hm...

Statistics are with me on this one. Studies show that I am at a VERY low risk for the worst case scenario. So why am I dreading thursday so much? Because with the arrival of a wife and a daughter you tend to take things more seriously, which is something I've always had a problem with.

Why is it so hard for me to take my own health seriously?