
Irish Eyes are Smiling Again


It’s been a little bit of a stressful week at our house. After a very healthy three months our baby girl had her first illness. She’s always had a blocked tear duct but this last week her eye became infected. I guess this is common with blocked tear ducts. Before it got better her little eye was almost swollen shut and she looked like the world’s tiniest prizefighter. It came an issue because she didn’t respond to the eye drops and Jeremy had a rushed last minute trip to the pediatrician and pharmacy to get oral antibiotics. Then we discovered that Clare doesn’t particularly like the taste of her antibiotics so we’ve been experimenting with different ways of getting her to eat it.


My baby girl is now officially 12 weeks old – out of her “fourth trimester.” The last few weeks I’ve noticed that she’s turning into more of your typical infant with round eyes and cheeks and losing her newborn wobbliness. Those newborn times are so precious, but phew they go by quickly.
A picture from last week when Great-Gramma visited. Four generations of McCloy women. I just love how Gramma is holding onto Clare’s hand. You can’t tell by our nice smiles here, but this picture is Exhibit A of where Clare gets her feistiness from (Exhibit B is a picture of the Dion women).

Whew! It’s been a wonderful whirlwind the last week. Grandma T returned to the lower Pacific Northwest last Wednesday to visit Clare – I mean, us. It was great to see her, Clare enjoyed some good Grandma time and I enjoyed having a happy baby-sitter while I ran errands. Oh yeah, the grown ups had some nice visiting time together.
Grandma T talking to Clare. Clare is getting quite vocal these days and makes the cutest little coo sounds.
Great-Grandma offered to rock Clare to sleep one night – and when we looked over both of them were asleep! 
