I was sitting with Eva on the couch enjoying some blueberry pomegranate juice, and noticed something odd. "Hey, Larry, it's weird, her mouth is all purple." (You may see where I'm going with this, what with all the foreshadow above.) For just a second or so, my brain was working on a red herring connection to the blueberry juice, but I couldn't see how it would be on *her* mouth... ohhhh, her lips are blue! Because she's freezing to death in our stupid drafty living room! Yikes. I'd read about this in books, and always wondered if it was a subtle thing when babies' lips turned blue or if it would be obvious. Let's just say it was quite clear. She spent the rest of the day in a sleep sack (Larry says they should make them for grown-ups, he's sick of being cold, too).
In addition to being cold, she has a cold -- her first one, which means we've been lucky so far. Her little cough sounds terrible (especially at night), but overall it's not that bad and she doesn't seem too bothered. She wakes up often (because it seems when she puts her thumb in her mouth to soothe herself back to sleep, she suddenly can't breathe very well), so we're all pretty exhausted and I can't get much else done when she won't sleep until 11 or so, which is why I'm writing this at 2 a.m.
To accompany the cold theme, here's a photo from Christmas in the North. And the solids update: she's added applesauce and Japanese rice crackers (thanks for the tip, Elizabeth!), and today she projectile vomited after a single bite of smushed up banana so we'll hold off with the banana for a while. She just woke up again, poor thing, off I go...