Where did I leave off?

Oh yeah, Samara. So the first few months were a bit of a challenge for us. Samara had horrible gas (I hesitate to call it colic, but Rob and our doctor dubbed it that). We invested in a cradle swing (awesome, wonderful, life-and-sanity-saving device). We walked almost every day, wearing the tread almost entirely off of the tires on the stroller and spraining Rob's ankle badly. We slowly got the hang of it and she got a lot better. At about 2 months, she started genuinely smiling at us. It was wonderful. She also developed a few favorite toys at that point, which she greeted with as big of a smile as she would greet one of us after we had been gone for a few hours. I guess it is good that the smiles we got were as big as those the teddy bear rattle got, though the equity was a little disheartening. Rob had some crazy traveling to do, so Samara and I went to Portland to meet him between flights. The trip up was great. She slept until we pulled into the hotel. The trip home - well, it took us 4 hours to get from Portland to Monmouth (and there wasn't traffic to speak of).
We got her first shots at two months, a process that went surprisingly well. She slept all day afterward, waking only for the occasional meal.
The rain started (in earnest) and we needed t upgrade the stroller cover to maintain our routine of walking.