My Dad said he would never have a Blog...

...but he didn't say I couldn't have one! Only a day old and I already have him wrapped around my finger. Chump. Seriously, though: I'm figuring this thing out as I go along, so don't be all "why don't you get a MySpace page instead," or "hey, you should post more pictures," or "why don't you develop some basic motor skills?" I'm working on it.

Know this for now: I was born on January 7th, 2009 but Mom (her name's Holly... and I'm Ivy... get it? Okay, it's meant to be sweet-natured, not hilarious 'cause my Dad studies John Lyly plays and says it's okay to entertain with soft smiles... or something... he's totally weird) had her water break about 8:30pm on Tuesday, the 6th, which was Twelfth Night. Mom and I tried really, really hard to get me out the front door - almost 22 hours of work - but the doctors decided to make me an escape hatch instead. So, I decided to hang out with all y'all (I was born in the South, so I'm allowed to say y'all - legit!) at 3am sharp on Wednesday morning... Thirteenth Night. So far, it's been pretty cool.


My Dad (his name's Brett... and he has a voice which is completely hypnotic to me... seriously, it's like he starts talking and I'm just completely infatuated... he's more than half leprechaun or something, though so maybe his people are just weird like that) is helping me type this blog and post pictures and generally make word usements so blame him if you don't like any part of it. He hasn't slept more than a few hours since Mom went into labor (dude - it really is work!) so he's completely delerious... or again, maybe just weird.


Look, I'm not gonna go nuts on yakking just for now 'cause I hear that we have to pack and get out of this joint maybe as soon as tomorrow night. So, for now take a look at a bunch of pics of my gorgeousness and I'll be back up on the page soon.


xoxo

Ivy
















Someday I might catch a fish... this big...














Glam!



















Seriously, who drinks Sunkist?




















Apres dinner nappin'...




















If I ever go missing, somebody please dig around in that beard first!














My Grandma makes the best faces!




















And you totally can't tell that my Pap-Pap's been crying in this pic, right? Right? ;-)