| Hazel June Dalcanton Borden |
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| Week One |
| Hazel June was born on January 7th, 2001 after what her mother found to be a rather tedious multi-day labor. Despite much effort at finding an alternate route out, she was eventually extracted from her comfy womb by a scalpel-weilding obstetrician who immediately pronounced "He's a big one!", immediately followed by a helpful nurse piping up "It's a girl!". |
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| In addition to a gorilla-like pelt of hair, Hazel was born with the feet of an orangatang. Note that the feetprints do not fit into the space allotted. The footprints also fail to capture the prehensile majesty of her tremendously long toes. |
| Hazel got reeeeeeally mellow after her first bath. The hat on her head was a rarity, given that her cone shaped head effectively ejected all hats within a matter of minutes. (You can see the hat during spontaneous ejection in the photo of Chris and Hazel above.) |
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| She was also very swarthy. In the following weeks, she faded to the pale whiteness of most Seattle residents. |
| An early encounter with the medical establishment. Although the pediatrician seemed very competent, we developed some doubts about his powers of observation; after examining her naked little body for five minutes, Dr. Macon announced "He's a strong and healthy baby". |
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| Within hours after her birth, Hazel developed a deep, ramora-like passion for her binky. This love affair has continued to the present day -- if you look closely, you'll spot the binky in the background of some of the photos on this page. |
| Week Two |
| Week Two featured the sad departure of Julianne's parents, leaving Chris as the only ambulatory member of the house. All were then forced to evacuate the house due to paint fumes (resulting from The Remodelling Which Would Not End). We were blessed to have friends willing to take us in, and even more blessed to have a friend volunteer to fly up from San Jose to help us with the simple art of survival. We were less blessed by Chris's contracting a violent stomach virus in the midst of this, which he received as a reward for nursing his visiting brother, who, while normally a blessing, was less so in this case. In summary, Week Two wasn't so hot. |
| Week Three |
| Hazel slept alot during Week 3. |
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| Week Four |
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| Hazel started to take a bit more of an interest in aspects of the world that do no not involve sucking. She starting showing hints of a smile, but not while wearing the dreaded red hat, and certainly not while wearing the lovely sweater which a friend knitted for her. |
| Week Five |
| The smiles were definitely starting to appear during Week 5. This may have been a shrewd political move on Hazel's part, as she hit a growth spurt near the end of the week. The term "growth spurt" is relatively innocuous, until you realize that it involves eating every two hours or less, for several days. We were all quite pleased that Hazel was working so hard to maintain the amazonian physique she was born with, but a bit of sleep would have been nice too. |
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| As part of her increasing love of "things", Hazel has been quite pleased with her activity mat (which has a couple of overhead arches from which you can hang objects with baby appeal -- mirrors, rattles, etc). When something makes her particularly happy, she often clutches her hands together and curls up with pleasure. She also has begun talking to her various inanimate friends. The photo shows her mid-clutch and mid-sentence, as she flirts with an overhanging mirror. |
| Week Six |
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We are continually amused by Hazel's naturally punkette hairdo.
Honestly, we swear that we do not use any artifical enhancements
to produce her Sid Vicious spikes. It just does that.
Hazel also seems to sleep best in the "Touchdown!!!" position. Her sleep is unaffected by the presence or absence of her leopard skin blanket, but we like it. You can also see that she's finally adapted to the purple sweater. |
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| Hazel demonstrates one of her more crafty looks. She is sporting the onesie which her mother lovingly embroidered for her, but which she got to wear all of one time before she outgrew it. |
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| Week Seven |
| Hazel is a very serious baby. Despite the evidence presented above, she spends the large fraction of her time with her brow furrowed. She's not pissed. She's not unhappy. She's just trying really, really hard to figure things out. |
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| This week also found us confirming that baby swings work as advertised. Within an interval of about 3 minutes, Hazel went from a full-throttle scream, through a (furrowed) look of concentration, to complete unconsciousness. |
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| Week Eight |
| Hazel went seven hours between her nighttime feedings, and her belly button is finally going in. All is right with the world. |
| For those who wish to keep track of such things, here is a compendium of Hazel's likes and dislikes. |
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