Happy Halloween!

It's Fiona's first Halloween! Trick or treat, smell my feet. Give me something good to eat! Papa Far spent a few hours carving Fiona's first pumpkin--four ghoulish friends. I worked on her costume all afternoon. Far and I came up with the idea of a "Tooth(less) Fairy". I just stitched a tooth with a smile on a long sleeve onesie, sewed on button eyes, and made a wand out of leftover wool felt from the kitty dolls I made last year. It all turned out just fine. Early evening, we went over to the Otay Ranch Mall to peep out other children's costumes. Too cute except for all the "sexy" outfits for the younger ones. I swear I saw a sexy devil and a sexy nurse. That's just all wrong!

Pooh and Piglet

I can't believe our snuggle bunny is already one month and five days old. She sure is a healthy eater. I mean oinker! She"ll have both breast milk and formula without any fuss. She's about 9-10 lbs. and still growing. Pooh Bear has volunteered to measure Fiona Tess each month to check on her growth rate.

By the way, I love breast feeding. It's such a bonding time. But I must admit it's been quite a challenge for me. Milk production sucks. I've been taking fenugreek capsules and drinking mother's milk tea to promote lactation. Even though it's frustrating, I'm still hanging in there.

Thanks Grandpa Sunday!

Well, my dad is a very complex man--soft spoken, stubborn, quick-tempered, crafty (definitely inherited that), caring, and sensitive. Recently, I've been noticing significant changes in his behavior. First of all, he'll call for no reason just to chit chat for a while and ask about baby Fiona Tess. He'll ask, "How's my lil' girl?" My dad has never called for anything unless my mom had a part in it. Last weekend, he called to ask if he could come over and visit Fiona. He eagerly came all by himself just so that he can hold her for awhile. Fiona has a magic spell cast over her Grandpa Sunday.

I'm not finished with this story just yet. While he was cleaning and organizing the important documents in his closet ( for the firestorm incident), he came across my old passport from the Philippines. In the photo, I was a little over a year. He said he could see my eyes in Fiona. And then he said that I could keep it. With just a short visit and a few simple words, I felt closer to my dad more than ever... That's mad love!

A Pair of Pink Mary Janes

Fiona's First Week