Eden and her Gran

So a few of you have mentioned we've been slacking off a bit on updating this page, to which I replied that I've gone whole hours without flashing my pics to friends and fam, so what's the big deal? To which you replied that no one really likes to look at my ugly mug anyway, which is a pretty fair point and makes our failure to update Eden's page something of a different situation. It's not that things haven't been going on, it's...actually, not much has been going on. After her Grandma Lair went back to Colorado, Eden has just been maxin' out relaxin', for the most part. And, to be honest, we've really been saving up new posts for special occurances, like having another grandma come visit, or maybe a first visit to the park, or, say, her first barbeque party. Hey, why don't we just do all three?

Eden's Gran-Gran (Sarah's and Molly's mom Janet, for those in BurLair-free language zones) rolled into town last Thursday, bringing love and new cute outfits for the grandgirl. We were curious to see how many differences in Eden Gran noted from her last time out here, which was two months ago. Gran's verdict: Eden looks a little too skinny. Just kidding! Besides the obvious things (like being almost twice as heavy, being able to hold her head up almost all the time, and being able to actually see things beyond her nose), Eden still has the same beautiful eyes, the same cute face, the same adorable little feet, and the same bewitching curdled-milk-covered tongue.

An Easter Piglet and her Grandma

So after a minor incident at the Lair household involving some leftover Easter grub, a large glass of milk, a vulnerable keyboard, a careless hand of an unnamed father, and a bad combination of them all, we're back with a new keyboard and more updates.

Specifically, Easter! Eden's first went remarkably well, except maybe for Eden. Her Grandma Lair was out for the weekend, the sun was shining, birds were singing, and Eden was fussing. We're not sure if she had a little bug going through her or if something momma ate earlier didn't digest so well in its milk form, but Eden was not a happy Easter bunny.

Everyone else was very happy, though, due to a mind-boggling amount of ham, mashed potatoes, and other yummy yummy edibles. It's a good thing ham does not have its own tryptophan equivilent, or I would still be sleeping while typing this.

The other big event of the weekend that was hinted at a second ago was the Grandma Lair visit. It was way too quick of a trip: she drove out from Denver on Thursday, arrived at our house on Friday, and flew back on Monday. Yes, there is a missing car and half of a round-trip ticket in there; after getting her own new wheels she sold us her old ride, for which we can't thank her enough. My former car (which, coincidentally enough, was a gift from Eden's other Grandma--our mommas really love us, apparently) was past its last legs and was down to its last knees, so the new car couldn't have come at a better time for us. And, of course, it gave grandma an excuse to come see her favorite grandaughter, so it worked out well for everyone. Just slightly better for us.















Our Easter finest. We haven't quite gotten
the whole Southern dress-up thing yet.




















Eden loves her Grandma.





















...and shows off her best lion impression.
















You think a little upset stomach is going to slow
Eden down? Not our girl; she ate, as always, like
a champ. Here she's showing how cottage cheese is
made, baby style.

The Saddest Girl in the World

Today was the day everyone's been dreading--Eden went to the doctor to get her first vaccines. Man, did she not enjoy that. She's actually still crying, several hours later. Plus, the bandaids, like, totally clash with her outfit. Luckily, she gets to wait two months before she has to go through the process again. If mom and dad have not passed out from the crying long before then.

In other news, Eden is a chunk.

She weighed in at 13 lbs., 1.5 oz. this morning, with a height increase of .75 inches. That's a four pound gain in the last four weeks, folks. She not growing up as much as out right now, which only means that she's trying really hard to be just like daddy.

Happy Birthday Daddy! (1 week late)

First of all, sorry for the delay in posts, it's been a busy couple weeks. We celebrated Dad's 30th birthday last Monday and also had some family come to meet Eden. Eden was very excited to meet her 1st grandpa! Grandpa Lair and Cindy came out to meet Eden and help us celebrate Mike's 30th. Once again it made us wish that all of our family was closer!

1 month old? That's inconceivable.

Somehow, Eden has turned one month old today. It doesn't seem possible, but it's been 28 days almost to the minute since she was born. She celebrated her special day by having her WORST DAY EVER. She apparently was seriously bummed about her big day--she spent most of the day spitting up, crying, and blowing up her outfits (and I mean really blowing them out: front, back, sides, permanent yellow stains on outfits, the works), not necessarily in that order. Or maybe in that order, repeating. She also celebrated by moving up a diaper size--from newborn to size 1--which almost brought her mom to tears (it's not the only time diapers have made us almost cry). She's getting too big too fast, a sentiment I'm guessing will be the chorus we sing for the next several years. So happy one-month b-day, Eden; hopefully the two-month mark will be your BEST DAY EVER.

For compare/contrasting purposes:


Eden at birth.



Eden at one month.

To reiterate:



Eden: 16 hours old.




Eden: 576 hours old.


Unbelievable.

My Uncle Buck takes care of me

So Chach, or Uncle Buck in Burlairspeak*, has been working feverishly on Eden's birth announcement since day 1, which coincidentally enough was exactly one month ago. Of course, that's not all Chach has done--he's been the uncle every girl dreams of, even if she's only been trying this dream thing out for a month or so. He spent pretty much all of a Sunday waiting around for her in a waiting room, for goodness sake, calling people like he was a rock star, spreading the good news like the proud uncle he is. He's also provided humor, ran errands, provided humor, helped with the house, and provided humor for the three of us. To steal the words of another young 'un: Chachie, you a verra' funna' guy, and without you I'm afraid we would be buried in an avalanche of parental seriousness and panic.

Anyway, the announcement is done, it will be gracing mailboxes everywhere soon, and man does it look good. (Of course, it helps that someone's beautiful baby is on the front of it.) I'm not going to post pics of the annoucement just yet, but for the elite few of you lucky enough to be on the mailing list for Eden's birth announcement (e.g., everyone who actually reads this), you'll be able to see the fruits of Uncle Buck's labor for yourself soon enough. And they're some good looking fruits.









*The women of the Bursey and Lair families have developed over time their own peculiar dialect, one that has slowly insinuated its way into the language of the menfolk. This linguistic odditity has come to be known as Burlairspeak (although only to the Burseys and/or Lairs). For example: snausages=sausages; doods=my lovely spouse; poop on your face=see you later; Uncle Buck=Chach.

Waiting for Auntie

Molly and Chach left for Texas this last Tuesday for a wedding, and ever since Eden has had a serious jonesin' for some auntie lovin'. (She's been craving some uncle lovin', too. That sounds like it needs a better, um, turn of phrase, however, so we'll talk about her uncle in the next post.)

Aunt Molly has been here holding her at some point of every day of her life so far (not to mention being right by Sarah's side through all 32 hours of labor and being one of the first three or four people to welcome Eden to life), so it's understandable why Eden keeps looking around for the missing person in the house. Baby snuggling isn't all that Molly has done around here, though; she's brought a very large window of sanity to an otherwise chaotic household for two very clueless new parents. She's been a laundry washin', dishes doin', house cleanin' fool ever since Eden was born, and we all feel her absence. So here's to you, Molls, the best auntie a girl could dream of! Have fun in New Braunfels, hurry home and don't buy too many clothes for the lil' monkey.


















and...the newborn finger.

my bear suit

Mom and Dad have been dying to put Eden in her bear suit for months now! It finally cooled down enough yesterday that we were able to, and much to our suprise, she went right to sleep. She loved it! Eden posed with uncle Chach and they both showed their bear growls.

bye-bye, grandmas

36 loads of laundry, 25 dishwasher cycles, 2 raked yards, and 12 short days later, the grandmas have unfortunately had to go home. They were an unbelievable help while they were here and we all miss them a lot. They definitely did not get their fill of Eden; they threatened to collectively kidnap her and raise her as a native Coloradoan. At least, they did until we told them they would then be on the hook for her college expenses.

We don't have any pictures of it, but Eden actually made her first non-poopy-diaper-related frowns when the grandmas left. Bye-bye, grandmas, we all miss you more than you know.

Bath Time!

Here's a few pictures of Eden's bath yesterday, she's not a big fan!

my first outing

Eden got out for just a little bit yesterday. Gran and mom took her to Sam's Club for a few groceries. She did great and loved the sling!

Photo shoot

So here's a few pics of the new one, shown in no particular order: