Well, I got up Saturday morning and it was snowing fit to beat the band. (I don't know what that means, exactly, but my grandfather used to say it and it sounded really impressive.) We had planned to go visit our son and his new baby girl the previous weekend, but my dearly beloved was still recovering from a cold, and we didn't want to pollute a new baby. So this weekend I was going regardless of the snow, a decision which was bolstered by the fact that the snow didn't accumulate at all in 3 hours, so travel we did. It's only 177 miles, after all, and what's a little snow in the northeast?
And the baby is a beauty. She was born weighing 9-1/2 pounds (a weight her daddy didn't reach until he was nearly 3 months old), so she has a beautiful chubby face, all the requisite fingers and toes, and so forth. She was awake and alert a number of times, chirping at her Grandpa (study the picture!) and so forth.
She is only sleeping about 3 hours at a clip, but I think that's because she gets cold. The newest advice is babies should not have blankets because of the risk of SIDS; I think that these ever changing guidelines just scare the sweet bejesus out of parents. Still, we mitigate risk where we can. Her mommy is clearly quite pleased with her beautiful daughter.