Foreign flora

Just outside of the building I work in is this neat hedge of flowers. They look like the sort of thing that surely must be able to cure cancer... or else they're from another planet.

This is the alien life that came with the flower when it was brought to our planet.

These butterflies frolic all over these flowers. I presume that the wacky caterpillars turn into these neat little guys.

Dad's Work

This is the desk space where I spend a major part of my day. Most of the surrounding desks are unoccupied. That means it can get kind of lonely, but it's good because I get a lot more done this way. The machine has a bad case of Linux, but I've been able to neutralize most of the adverse symptoms, and I like working on it now. The major breakthrough came when I learned how to change window managers. Now my desktop looks good, I can easily access all the programs I need to use, and life is happy.

Behind my workstation is this 3D capture suit area. Note the array of cameras on the ceiling. They can tell the computer where you are and in what pose. Put that together with the head-mounted display and you can live in a virtual world. The computer fiddles with the display so that in order for it to looking like you're walking in a straight line, you actually have to walk in circles. I'm not actually part of this research, but I'm looking into it.

I love babies!

Wasn't it a great idea of Heavenly Father's to send us here as miniature people?

Emily's Milestones

First rollover (back to tummy): Yesterday
First laugh: Today

One super girl

Emily is growing very quickly. She loves to chatter. She acts like she wants to be walking around. With just a little bit of support, she'll stand and jump up and down. We wish we could get our hands on one of those hanging jumpers; then again Daddy gets some good arm exercise playing with her. Emily's all about exercise. If she's not sleeping or eating, she wants to be working out.

She can roll over, but sometimes gets one arm stuck in the way. We have so much fun together. Daddy's planning to head back to Utah for a few days to finally finish defending his thesis mid-November. It'll be tough to be away from each other, but it'll be nice to have that taken care of.

Is this for real?

Joseph and I were driving to visit a ward member the other day. We were driving down an ordinary street, lined with ordinary houses. They were all very pretty, but very ordinary. That is, until we reached this one.


That'd be a pretty big effort to go through just for Halloween; it looks permanent too. But do people really live in there? I guess it would make it easy to describe which house was yours when giving directions...

Battle Wounds

Poor Baby!

I know I only ever write about Emily. I promise, as soon as anything exciting happens to me or Joseph, I will write about that. Today, however, is another post about the little girl. We went to visit the doctor today. Emily is 12 lb. 6 oz. now (up 5 lbs. from when she was born) and is 23-3/4" (3-3/4" longer than when she was born). 90th percentile in both! She's a healthy girl.
Poor little Em also got four shots today. She cried a lot when they happened, but took about 5 seconds to calm down and still seems happy. See the beautiful pictures.

New work space

I just got moved into a new lab. My original office assignment was just a temporary placement while they finished construction on another area. The new place is... still under construction. The person who used to share my office space was a nice guy from Korea. Now I share my cubicle with this nice cockroach from Madagascar. I'll post another picture of my lab later. I just thought this guy was amazing.

Does She Look Like a Boy?

I dress Emily as girly as I can, especially when we're going out in public. Today I went to Jiffy Lube, and she was dressed exactly how she is in this picture. The manager was trying to make conversation with me and asked if my baby was a boy. Do I look like the type of person who would dress her new baby boy all in pink? No matter what I do, people think she's a boy. I've even had someone ask what HIS name is while "he" was wearing a bow in "his" hair. Honestly!