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Father's Day Picnic

At the end of a long week we decided to join my parents for a last minute trip to Tahoe for the weekend. On Saturday we spent the majority of the day on a long bike ride. That night we got a babysitter and went to eat at Moody's in Truckee. Oh my...now I know what people are talking about when they rave about this food.

For Father's Day we took the boat to Emerald Bay for a BBQ picnic, topped off with roasted marshmallows. So much fun!

Fingers Crossed

How long do you have to hold your breath and cross your fingers before you can proclaim your child potty trained? Lilly just finished her third consecutive day accident-free. I realize three days isn't earth-shattering, but considering the stomach bug she came down with today, I think she's doing phenomenally.

The Wedding

My brother-in-law married the sweetest girl last weekend. We got to spend the weekend in SLC with the entire Nielson clan and celebrate with them in style. The girls were adorable in their dresses, but I spent too much time chasing them and not enough time taking pictures.

How I Know She's Mine

A traumatic thing happened the night after Lilly was born. After a quick nap, I rang the nurse in the middle of the night to bring Lilly back to the room so I could nurse her. She came in, and with the lights off, did that thing nurses do to new moms where they basically open your gown and shove the baby on your boob. I looked down at this little child, and a few things came to my drugged and sleepless mind:

1. Why is she having such a hard time latching on all of the sudden?
2. She looks a little different. I know newborns change quickly, but...

I glanced over at the roller-crib and, sure enough, the name tag did not say Baby Nielson. I don't remember what I said, but the nurse just about had a heart attack and ran out of the room with the baby. It was pretty awful to have something so horribly scary happen when your supposed to be happily bonding with your new child. It still makes me sick, and sometimes freaks me out to think about a scenario where she is switched and never comes back to me.

As she grows and I find similarities between the two of us, I half-jokingly reassure myself that she is absolutely my child. For example, her crazy hair - definitly my child. Today, she downed a few chips and a fairly large container of guacamole. Clearly there is no mistaking the resemblance - she's mine.