Update and two more videos ;-)

I'm pretty sure Jaedyn would win the award for spitting her pacifier farther than any other two-week-old ("THAT'S not what I wanted!"). She's doing very well, I'm really proud of her. :-) She can hold her head up and look at you briefly, mirror your facial expressions (her favorite is sticking her tongue out), sleep through the night, and she's generally a very happy baby. :-) She has her moments of fussiness, but then crying is the only way she can communicate right now and I'm sure it's frustrating trying to get someone to tend to your needs when you can't speak their language.

I've been reading Cranford to her while nursing lately. We're getting tired of TV. lol It's a rather humorous classic describing the idiosyncrasies of the inhabitants of Cranford - mostly women. They have a lot to say about the men who come into Cranford, and sometimes resent this intrusion. Elizabeth Gaskell wrote Cranford in 1853 - she also wrote Wives and Daughters, which is one of my favorite movies. :-) Here's an excerpt from Cranford:

An old lady had an Alderney cow, which she looked upon as a daughter. You could not pay the short quarter of an hour call without being told of the wonderful milk or wonderful intelligence of this animal. The whole town knew and kindly regarded Miss Betsy Barker's Alderney; therefore great was the sympathy and regret when, in an unguarded moment, the poor cow tumbled into a lime-pit. She moaned so loudly that she was soon heard and rescued; but meanwhile the poor beast had lost most of her hair, and came out looking naked, cold, and miserable, in a bare skin. Everybody pitied the animal, though a few could not restrain their smiles at her droll appearance. Miss Betsy Barker absolutely cried with sorrow and dismay; and it was said she thought of trying a bath of oil. This remedy, perhaps, was recommended by some one of the number whose advice she asked; but the proposal, if ever it was made, was knocked on the head by Captain Brown's decided "Get her a flannel waistcoat and flannel drawers, ma'am, if you wish to keep her alive. But my advice is, kill the poor creature at once."

Miss Betsy Barker dried her eyes, and thanked the Captain heartily; she set to work, and by-and-by all the town turned out to see the Alderney meekly going to her pasture, clad in dark grey flannel. I have watched her myself many a time. Do you ever see cows dressed in grey flannel in London?

I've been having fun with the video setting on my camera. :-) I'm hoping to catch her in one of her smiley moods soon!

Jaedyn sticking her tongue out at me: