Feldman Cubs

5 cm and 90% effaced. And they finally ran an IV line that worked. Epidural coming soon….

Mom and dad are in the hospital, waiting for the stork.

You may have heard about our recent encounter with a foot and a half of snow.

First things first: This is Boulder, so it has already melted.

It’s gone.

When it was here, though, I took the opportunity to go outside and (try to) blow some frozen bubbles.

First, you dip the wand into the little pool of liquid.

Hmm …

Om nom nom nom nom!

OK–back to blowing bubbles.

What’s wrong with this picture?

Dad tried and tried and tried to show me how to do this, but I can be a strong-willed toddler every so often.

Eventually I gave up and sat in the snow-bench.

Dad stopped wearing his watch months ago, since he could never find it anymore. I’m always baking it in my oven or hiding it somewhere.

So he gave it to me, which I think is neat.

This is a plant.

Dad tried to cut my hairs himself last week, but he stopped when it devolved into his chasing me around the house with scissors.

Mom stepped in and took me to the professionals. And she brought dad’s camera too!

If dad had known to park me on a hippo, this would not have been necessary.

Dads are pretty smart, but they’re woefully uninformed in a lot of ways.

Bangs!

I’m glad I don’t have hairs in my eyes anymore, so I can see the blizzard outside.

Yep, that’s more than a foot of snow on my play table!