Sam has officially declared us as parents. Apparently this did not come automatically with the birth of our baby girl, but we gained the official stamp of parenthood once we were both pooped, peed, and spat up on. It didn't take long!
Nora finally had a successful experience with tummy time thanks to Sam's help. Trial 1, Nora was more interested in eating the couch. Trial 2, Nora decided to be fussy and cried until mom caved in and picked her up (she knows I'm a sucker). Trial 3, dad finally succeeded and got Nora to hang out on her belly for a good period of time with no fuss.
Bath time is still a bit of a trial, but she does seem to be taking it into consideration a bit more. We have made considerable progress from last weekend when Sam was helping me bathe Nora. In the middle of bath time and Nora's raging fit, Sam started laughing and said, "Look Jen, she's giving you the finger!" Sure enough, I looked down and Nora had a death grip on Sam's hand with the exception of her middle finger which was pointed right toward me. I'm suddenly reconsidering the teaching baby sign language approach...