Molly went in for her two-week tune up today.
She's weighing in at 8 lbs, 11.8 oz, up from her birthweight of 7 lbs, 8 oz. I think we have a competitive eater on our hands here.

We spent most of the weekend hanging out at the Compound with my visiting aunt.
Auntie Jennifer came over Saturday night to stay up with Molly while Paul and I slept. Together. Pretty much all night. (OK, I still have to get up to maintain supply and demand, but Paul was out for like 12 solid hours) Jennifer seemed not to be terribly traumatized by the night, but did finally see that, no, Molly does not sleep sweetly all the time. She has a regular-ish awake and agitate period that starts around the time she senses you would like to go to bed, and lasts until like 5 or 6 in the morning. Fortunately, Jennifer is a party animal, and did not get too frustrated. I, on the other hand, am too old for this shit.

Dr. advised us to keep visitors to a minimum particularly as pertains to small children and anyone else who might be getting exposed to a lot of germs, and said she'd make everyone wash up or purell, or whatever too. I'm a total germaphobe, so this was music to my ears. Stay away if you are sick! And for the love of god, do not touch my baby. Someone at brunch picked up their toddler to lean her in over Molly's car seat while we waited for our table, and I just about smacked him. Keep your snot-farm kid to yourself! When Molly is a snot-farm in daycare, I will also keep her from newborns. It only makes sense. Besides, it's a good time to teach your kid not to touch people without asking first.

Man, can she snore with the best of them.

I still have not decide when I will return to work, but HR is pressing me for dates. How's never for you? I cannot imagine going back right now-- I don't even know when it is day or night anymore-- you certainly don't want me on the phone with customers. I suppose this will get sorted out, but I have no idea when. How about I just show back up when I feel like it?