Her Dad May Have Caught Bigger Fish...*

Eleni is growing, oh yes indeed. She weighed in (literally) today at 7 pounds, and three weeks of age. (She was born at 6lb 2oz.) I'm not force-feeding her, although I can understand why you might think so when you check out the belly!
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(Kitchen sink bath.)
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Amoryn continues to be a delighted, if easily distracted, big sister. (If you don't have the bandwidth or patience for the video, it features El 'swimming'**, and Am's brief interested commentary, then her sales pitch to go & watch some Elmo.)

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That's not what they're watching here; it's just a fluke that Am was looking the same way as her dad. Elmo gets an entirely different body posture - one that says "I AM FIXATED". (I especially love the little starfish hands on the man's shoulder.)

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I can't think of much else to say - things are going well. Blogging is low on the priority list - somewhere behind applying under-eye concealer, way behind eating, and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay behind sleep. I do think up all sorts of witty blog posts in the middle of the night, when I'm up feeding Eleni, but they don't seem to survive to the morning light. Trust me, they're funny. Maybe I'll get smart & start making notes - although then I run the risk of trying to decipher what some random scrawl means.

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On the other hand, interpreting random scrawls might make an interesting post. Today's blogging time is drawing to a close, as is the lovely synchronized naps that the girls gave me today.

.*She's so much prettier than any fish, ever. Also, less slimy, and happier about breathing air.

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**The man thinks it looks more like kung-fu.