Flying high

This is how Greta reacted when we told her she was going to have a little brother.

XX or XY?

Thanks to everyone for playing, but we've decided to keep it a secret until baby arrives in July.

KIDDING!!!

Aunt Kathy & Sara are correct. It's a boy! Neither ultrasound in the previous post shows the penis, though. That dark bit on one of the images is his calf. But we did get this good "money shot." In fact, given the angle, it looks a little like a third leg. That's my boy!

Needless to say, we're both very excited and love the idea of a matched set. It worked for my folks, after all. And I'll admit to the sin of pride -- Robert F. Merrill's branch of the family tree won't end with me.

It's a _______ ?

How's this for bloggy interactivity? Here are two of our 3D ultrasound photos today. The technician said we could buy stuff for one gender and not worry about keeping the receipts. His way of saying he's quite certain, I guess. We'll reveal the gender to all about 24 hours from now in a subsequent post. Until then, it's our secret to savor.

In the meantime, please post a comment with your guess and your reasoning. Oh, as for the genetic screening, everything checked out OK. One in 7,000 for Down's syndrome and other chromosone abnormalities ruled out as well.

Second Snowman

Just so Grandpa Jerry and Uncle Michael won't worry based on the previous post, and they can rest assured their snow sculpting legacy will continue, here is Greta the Great with our finished snowman (note how she has mastered the art of applying Oreo buttons!).

Second snowfall

Fat flakes and moist air made for perfect snowman conditions this afternoon. Carey takes this snow art thing very seriously. Blame her father-in-law and uncle, I guess. She's sorry about the eyes that wouldn't stick. They were dried cranberries. And after this photo she added Hershey kisses eyes, stick arms, and a red construction paper mouth. (Hint: click the image for full resolution.)

Daddy's in charge!

Carey's having lunch with some old friends from Dover she hasn't seen in awhile. So Greta and I had the run of the place after breakfast. The first thing she did, with no prompting from me, was try on one of Mommy's bras:


An hour later, it was lunch time. I asked her what she wanted to dip her ham and cheese into -- ketchup or mustard? "MUSTARD!" was the decisive reply. That's my girl!

Friday at post time

Sorry no new photo the last couple of days. Greta's been a little sick. Not sick enough to keep her home from daycare (we've decided to do what other parents do, which is syringe her with Motrin an hour before drop-off and pick her up at 4pm with a mild fever), but enough to make her less photogenic. A weekend of rest is probably just what the doctor would order, if we weren't too busy to run her to the doctor. While you wait for a new image, surf on over to Elmo's World and play any of the games. That's what Greta would want you to do.

"Aunt Kathy!"

Sorry, Grandma, Grandpa & Grandma, the first full name of a relative that Greta has mastered is Aunt Kathy. Yes, I know it's because she doesn't see her grandparents more often. (Hint: Priceline.com, what are you waiting for?)

We try to see Aunt Kathy -- Greta practically barks the words, by the way, emphasis on the KATHY! -- at least twice a month and take advantage of her babysitting offer every few weeks. Last Saturday, she came over for breakfast (and to receive her Valentine). Carey snapped this pic during the post-breakfast book reading session. (Vickie, note the stethoscope, which based on her last check-up has definitely helped Greta deal with her fear of doctors -- thanks!)

Shhh... we're restin'

That's what we say to Greta when it's 5:30 a.m. and not a single of the 200 windows we can see outside our balcony are lit. It's also what we say when we're feeling a little under the weather, as we were on Monday. She played through it all, but you could tell she was a little "off." But she's smart and took advantage of the Merrill Household Rule: If you're sick, there's no limit on TV time. Or as Greta calls it, "Elmo time!"

On frozen pond

We couldn't let a week of sub-zero temperatures stop us from feeding the birds this morning. The ducks and the geese are smart enough to stay out of the cold, but the seagulls turned out in full flock. They got a special treat -- leftover blueberry pancakes from Sunday's breakfast. I'm trying to be more like Matthew Gilmore and think about photographic composition, so I took this shot.

Greta bakes bread

Mommy & Greta made banana bread again on Saturday morning, but this time, after the loaf cooled, Greta had her way with it. Here is how a child eats bread if given no other guidance.

Pitchers and catchers report

Sorry for the delay in posting. I was in New York on Thurs. & Fri. and was so busy that I didn't even have time to write something to accompany this photo, which Carey took last Wed. Sorry, also, that it's out of focus. The Sony Cyber-shot remains something of a cipher to my beloved.

Anyway, if this doesn't look like my son, then I'm not named Robert.

Snow Day!

Despite the federal government only operating on a two hour delay this morning, my office closed (with minimum manning) just as I leaving a message from Greta's daycare that I would be a little late because the CDC didn't have enough caregivers for kids and were not going to accept any more! I had planned to stay at the CDC with Greta until another employee showed up, but instead we headed home (much to Greta's delight!).

We bundled up and headed out to play in the snow with our neighbors, Alexandra (almost 4) and Aiden (almost 2). Greta seemed to enjoy pushing a shovel and dusting off their yard ornaments. After a half-hour of "parallel play," the rain/snow/ice combo that fell last night proved sticky enough for us to make Greta's first snowman. I had given it raisin eyes, but she preferred Oreos to match the buttons. As you can see, she also enjoyed a mid-morning snack of Oreos, too. She still ate a great lunch of fish sticks, tater tots and corn, and is now napping with visions of snowflakes dancing in her head. Post nap, we plan to walk to the corner coffee shop with our neighbors for a little Valentine's Day treat. What a nice, unexpected day off for us both!

Happy Valentine's Day!

As Rob mentioned in an earlier post, Greta and I hosted 18 people (12 adults and 6 kids) on Sunday for a Valentine making party. We made more than 100 valentines for the local VA hospital as part of the USO's Miles of Smiles campaign. We also provided a bunch to the USO for delivery to patients at Walter Reed. It was a lot of fun, although I think we more than maxed our little townhouse's oxygen capacity.

When we finished the "official" purpose of the party, the kids made Valentines for relatives (Greta's grandparents and great-grandparents should be getting them in the mail today or tomorrow). Here she is with her Valentine for Aunt Kathy (which we'll hand-deliver this weekend) and some extra Valentines we made yesterday when the government closed at 2 p.m. for snow and we had an unexpected afternoon together.

Greta is a HUGE fan of glue stick and fingerpaint now, so you can expect even more crafts with upcoming holidays!

God Bless Aunt Judy

Greta LOVED vegetables as an infant. Pureed green beans, carrots, sweet potatoes... she would eat anything. Then, at 15 months, she finally cut a tooth, and started refusing any solid veggies. She finally warmed up to corn, and recently we learned she'll eat fresh carrots if we grate them. But the girl needed more green in her diet! Until tonight, every time we tried to sneak a piece of broccoli onto her fork, she would pick the piece out of her mouth and flick it onto her tray with a "You can't fool me!" look on her face. This evening, however, she tried Aunt Judy's famous chicken-broccoli casserole, and hand to God, she couldn't shove those little broccoli florets into her mouth fast enough!

It was hilarious watching her discover new flavors -- Cream of mushroom soup! Cheddar cheese! She was enjoying her dinner so much that she didn't even cry when I dashed upstairs to grab the camera! Looks like I'll be making this dish much more often, which will probably please Rob, too. Her recipe doesn't just fill our stomachs, it warms our hearts.

Anticipating Easter

We ran our usual errands with Greta on Saturday morning. Started at Panera's, a popular bakery here in the mid-Atlantic, then checked out kitchen countertops at Lowe's, then went to Michael's to shop for Valentine's crafts. (Carey promises to blog later about the shindig she hosted this weekend -- 8 adults, almost as many kids, and lots and lots of glitter!) Anyway, Greta wouldn't leave the house without one item, pictured here, on her head.

Swimming in February?

Alert Al Gore! Global warming is definitely real. How else to explain Greta Corleen Merrill in a bathing suit on Feb. 10?!?

OK, turns out the parents of best buddy Jay are members at a recreation center in Falls Church, Va., that has an enormous pool. A wader for little kids, a 3 1/2 ft. section for adolescents, roped off lanes for adult swimmers, and a deep end for divers. Greta had a blast being back in the water for the first time since Sept. We're definitely going to enroll her in a course this spring. 30 minutes every Saturday for 8 weeks at our local rec center.

Brush art

The kids in Fort Myer Child Development Center room 106 got into the watercolors yesterday. Greta came home with this masterpiece, which we're told she painted using a brush! I'm very proud of her, but her grandfather will be ecstatic.

Little doctor

All week long, I haven't been able to pick Greta up for fear of snapping my vertebrae. Most of my time at home is spent on the couch with a heating pad. Greta's been a real sweetheart watching Daddy struggle to get around. Tuesday morning, after Carey went in to get her out of the crib, she asked about me, and Carey told her Daddy has an "ou-ie" (pronounced oww-ee) on his back. So Greta went to the bathroom and got me a Band-Aid, which she presented to me in bed. On Saturday, when the pain was particularly intense, Greta got out her doctor's kit and went to work on me. She used the blood pressure sleeve, the stethoscope, and even a syringe! Thankfully, she practiced on her stuffed bunny first. None of it works as well as the muscle relaxant and Motrin, but it's nice to know that Greta realizes her true purpose even at such a young age: To take care of her parents when we're old and feeble.

Grandpa is Canada's choice!

For those to whom my father doesn't forward his snow sculpture photos, here's the front and back view of the elephants his team carved last week in Quebec. The original block of snow was 10' high, 12' deep and 18' long. Once again, they won the People's Choice Award!