Marilee's Excellent Adventures: 2 Months

"Just because I'm only 60 days old doesn't mean I can't cop a mean attitude."

Well, we made it past the 8 week mark. Marilee's acne is clearing up and some hair is starting to grow back, so we've decided that she's attractive enough now to take out in public.

For example, on St. Patrick's Day we all went to the Rockslide, where Marie at this:

And Mommy and Daddy drank this:

We just wish someone would have told us that green food coloring can be transmitted through breastmilk:

At least our baby now has Al Gore's blessing.

Marie also took baby to the pediatrician or podiatrist or whatever (I always get those two confused), for her 2 month check-up. Other than suffering from an extraordinary case of obesity, baby is perfectly healthy. She weighed in at 14 pounds.

Other than being overweight, it appears that Marilee is a normal happy baby. The bedtime routine now is to put her in the crib at 9 pm. She'll proceed to sleep to about 1 a.m., whereupon she'll ~~scream as if being tortured~~ lovingly make cute noises signaling us to feed her.

So since I have the first shift, I'll get up and feed her while watching World Series of Poker re-runs on ESPN Classic. If the feeding goes on past 3 a.m., I'm forced to watch the re-runs of Bull Riding Championships from the 90's, seeing as how it's hard to feed and burp a baby while operating a television remote. I'm not particularly into watching the rodeo, but I'm REALLY not into having 4 ounces of regurgitated formula spit up into my face.

What happens to me when I pull the bottle out of Marilee's mouth to reach for the remote.

We continue to bring her down to the store during work, where she's usually pretty good so long as there is either a boob or bottle nearby. Changing her is more of a hassle, because for some reason that is not entirely clear, the landlord at our shoe store did not construct a large, durable, stainless steel baby-changing table in the back office.

Daddy shows Marilee how we help Mommy out at work.

Also down at the store, Princess Livia casually browses through this month's VOGUE.

Moving on. In honor of the Jay Cutler controversy brewing, (note to Broncos: KEEP HIM. Chris Simms has thrown 2 passes in two years.) Sorry, we're getting off track. In honor of all the recent Broncos news, I thought I'd drop in some photos of Marilee's first Broncos game, although since the game occurred during the 7 month of pregnancy, her view from Marie's uterus was just slightly worse than that of the people in the end zone's upper deck. Momma and Dadda are shown here from this past November, when Daddy won 2 tickets from KKCO. For what it's worth, the Broncos ~~got their asses handed to them~~ narrowly lost to the Raiders.

It takes a special woman to sit in the cold for three hours while 7 months pregnant, watching a sport she doesn't even like. Fortunately Invesco Field at Mile High has lots of food stands. Not that I'm implying anything.

Club Level Seats to a Broncos/Raiders game, just about the most precious thing in the whole world. My daughter, of course, is more valuable, but it's a close call.