Jory's first Christmas presents were all due to the cleverness of his Daddy ... Mommy figured that the "gift of life" was sufficient present-giving for the year (you might as well read that as "Mommy was too tired to think of what a 3-month-old needs").
Daddy took a note from Uncle Mats' (lab) book and crafted a set of rattles for Jory. Quite clever, actually, although I confess I'm not crazy about the acid content of the battery-containing rattle. The other rattles contain pipette tips, thin-walled thermocycler tubes, and paper clips. The cats have attempted to shanghai the rattles for themselves, another blow in the ongoing battle of felines-vs-baby (and no doubt will inspire another "misappropriation of resources" post).
Daddy's other stroke of cleverness was co-opting Jory's wetsuit when the Christmas stocking went missing:
And yes, that's the wetsuit that I bought for Jory literally just before heading into what I thought was a routine OB appointment. The wetsuit sat in the car for a week while we were hospitalized. Funny how things turn out, isn't it?
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