Avocado: success

Part two in an ongoing series of "things the baby has eaten and now has on her face."

New Hope, PA

A fun weekend away with Ouma and Auntie Lex featured lots of time in the car (thanks again to mom for spending the weekend in the back seat and tending to June while on the road), lots of walking around with a baby strapped to somebody, the biggest bowl of macaroni and cheese ever - embarrassingly easily demolished, and Juniper's first swim. 

Traveling light.

 Auntie Lex taking a turn with sweet babycakes.  Note the teething guards to keep June from gnawing away on the straps.

 

Out to dinner the night we got back.  I don't know what this face means, but it is the best.

Sweet potatoes: success

June gets decorated at daycare

Miss Erica is clearly thrilled June's hair is getting long.

Baby's first shiv.

Renaissance festival, shiv courtesy of a delightful kid who was fiercely stabbing everyone all day.

Babycakes gets a taste of delicious (?) cereal

The first meal was a success, if a messy one. 

"What is this?  What is this marvelousness?"

"One spoon?  Insufficient!  I must cram this into my mouth with my hands at the same time!"

Dymonds and Siegels and Lands, oh my

It's been a big week or two for family visits. I am also very pleased to report June's hair is coming back with a vengeance, but her teeth are still taking their sweet time. That's just as well, as I suspect several of us would be missing fingers. Babycakes has also started petting the dogs, first Orc (a good starter pet), then the Guster, who bore it with uncharacteristic quiet and relaxed patience.

Mik has found a baby to squeeze that won't cry on first contact.  (Lydia at 8 weeks.)

A new favorite: "flying." This is best after meals when June can yak up her semi-digested food all over our faces.

Her new favorite position.  All attempts to roll over have been replaced by a desperate wish to sit up.

Happy Labor Day to us!

An extra day to hang out with babycakes, much of which was spent on the kitchen floor.

In which giant baby has been hitting the bottle.

Tutus and tuxedos day at daycare

I am horrified to admit it, but I did indeed by the baby a tutu.  But - but! - this was in support of an event at daycare.  And, possibly, if I am to be totally honest, in hopes of dressing up Gus as well.  I have promised the Ouma lots of photos, so here are a few, at least.  So far, none of Gus as a pretty pretty princess, but we'll work on that.

"No black socks," he says.  "She looks like an emo cabbage patch doll," he says.  Apparently babycakes agrees.

A baby accessory!  I felt like she needed a little something.  No baby-sized pearls, so a rattle bracelet was good enough.  How sad, baby, that you should be settling for mediocrity already.  Try to care just a little, will you?

Miss T and her daughter looked amazing.  Pink sparkly eye shadow and all.  June was very under-dressed.  And that tutu being dragged across the floor there was lovingly hoooome maaade, out of fair-trade organic tulle with hemp thread and all natural dyes, no doubt.  (Pot, kettle, whatever.)

And, I'll add, to get the coordinated pants effect, we had to use pants that were perhaps a little too small.  All hopes that I would somehow magically dress my baby better than myself are dashed.  At least she matches?