


the baby has been so nice. Ashlyn has a great aunt and two uncles that live close and are always eager to help watch her. Her aunt Sammy can't hardly stand being around the baby without having to hold her.




First time papa Brian held baby Ashlyn


This was our first trip with Ashly in the car. Grandma and Grampa Brian had us over for dinner


We've been fortunate to have Amanda's mom close by to help us out with the little things. This is Karen, a first time grandma who's enjoying her job spoiling her grandbaby.

Amanda likes to keep a clean house and well, that was probably the last thing on her mind while she was in labor. So I thought I'd take a break from being in the hospital and come home and clean up a little( it really wasn't that bad...I just needed a break)
Day before the family comes home
WE will rock the hiccups!
Andrew called and said that he'd like to see a few more pictures of the baby. So if there's not a whole lot of gab on here sorry...it's all about the baby
This morning Amanda got done feeing Ashly around 4:30. Being the anxious father that I am, I couldn't help but wake up with her and help put the baby down when it was time to go back to sleep. Well, I got a bit restless and the baby looked a bit tired of sleeping so we hung out for a little while. After one of her deadly farts, I thought I'd better check to see if she needed a diaper changing. My detective skills were right on - well, it was only a wet diaper, but she needed new one. After taking old one off i noticed that the last diaper had been on a little too tight and was irritating her skin.
I thought of how much I like to be naked and thought she might enjoy the fresh air on her hiny. I think this excited her though because she started to poop. Thankfully when she poops it comes out real slow ( I experienced a similar thing yesterday while changing her) and I had plenty of time to react. So i waited patiently, holding her feet in the air until she was done. i then threw the diaper in the trash, thinking it would be awful to get crap on the changing table. When I looked back, Ashlyn was in the middle of peeing ...with nothing but a few wipes underneath her. Luckily all the clothes she was wearing soaked up the urine.
After I got her cleaned up, which was quite the ordeal, I thought I'd rock her to sleep. Well, either she didn't like the shirt I was wearing or though that rocking was a bad idea - needless to say she puked all over me. It was great. 
