The last day of our trip. Let it be known that the army crawl is not lost. He alternates — as it pleases him. After a leisurely morning of banging on pot tops, rolling cups, dismantling magazine stacks, chasing dogs,…
Category: baby pics
high anxiety
Today we laid low, after having traveled 2-1/2 hours (each way) by car yesterday to visit Great Aunt Dorothy. I hadn’t been hugely enthusiastic about the idea of plunking the boy in the carseat for such long stretches but he…
the army crawl is gone
It happened so fast. One minute, we were having our upteenth millionth conversation about how Jonah’s belly crawl is in fact a legitimate crawl and there’s no need to get up on hands and knees but maybe if he’d been…
birthdaypartypalooza
The first birthday playdate party… The first present — a wooden forklift/truck (a.k.a. “Cuck!”) Story time with Nana Judi Parallel play with Flann — the first guest The youngest guest Party in full swing And everybody came, and everybody sang,…
farm, stairs, no-ooo-oo
Overdue report from the Hoes Down Festival: There were fiddling kids: Old timey blacksmiths: Cows: And best of all, the petting zoo: * * * Milestone report: Over the last three days, Jonah has begun climbing stairs. And so I’ve…
it’s coo-coo cool
I’ve always loved to sing. Whether I am actually any good at it is debatable. I did get in to the chorus in grammar school, but when I tried to audition for one of the soprano sections (mezzo?), I kind…
color un-coordinated
This is what happens when one loses the lynch pin of one’s wardrobe. All color hell breaks loose. Matters not to him of course. He just keeps on swingin’:
carnivores, haircut
Things seem to be back to normal around here, so, as I was saying… * * * Food for thought: Over a lunch of Moroccan lamb sausages, beef/rice/allspice/raisin stuffing, and salad today, Scott asks: “Do you think it would have…