|She took to the Captain like she's known him all along.|
|We have fun together.|
|I love her soft face.|
|15 weeks old|
|Having some one-on-one time with Daddy. |
This is her new haircut after she cut a chunk of hair for probably the 20th time.
|Hospital gowns and oxygen tubes are soooo sexy.|
|She's 8 weeks old now. How time flies.|
|Showing off her missing front tooth, while doing her favorite thing: riding the ponies. (I never thought I would have to pay to have my children experience this.)|
|Riding the farm train.|
|I had to throw in another one of her.|
|Walking around the lake the day I went into labor;|
I'm framed by blackberry bushes.
|Having a contraction while being checked into traige.|
|Rhoda, brand new. I pushed her out so quickly, her face bruised.|
|Her going-home outfit, at two-days-old.|
|Nana and babe.|
|The General took to our new little Cricket quickly.|
Here, he's making a duck face.
|Here, I celebrate shredding one of the more annoying layers, a prenatal cradle.|
|A trip to Mt. St. Helens (no, it's not in the background)|
|My baby belly makes a good pillow.|
|Playing with the new Gears! toy.|
|When Mira wasn't quite well enough for church, and thus didn't get to bring home anything fun from Primary, Liesl drew and cut out this giant person for her.|
|Okay, I probably shouldn't find this funny, but I do. That's a shot of the V in her collar.|
|And her leg. Va va voom!|
|Seriously, she did this to herself and then slept like this.|
|This was right after having two cavities filled. . . the lucky girl didn't even have a lopsided smile. Anyway, she's lost both of her front, bottom teeth, but she's never had a gap to show for it because those permanent teeth were already grown in.|
On hair and problem-solving . . . .
This one actually deserves a little more explanation. But first, she's started doing her own hair, and she takes great pains getting her bangs to curl just so around her eye:
I'm all about independence around here. Anyway, on to the problem. . .
She got a simple squirt toy a few weeks back, but while she loved it, she left it in the front yard not four feet from the street (next to a bus stop, no less) for a number of days. I reminded her once or twice it was there, but she ignored me. Then one day last week, I pointed out that the toy was gone. Of course, she cried and was mad, but I told her there was nothing to do about it. And no, I had nothing to do with the disappearance.
Then she came up with the idea of making a sign. Since she came up with the idea, I thought we may as well go for it. She dictated some long sentence to me, but I summarized it and wrote it on a slip of paper for her to copy onto a sign. It ties in to the hair picture because she drew the stick figures of herself with a very careful curl just around the eye. It looks like a nose.
|Hey, if the hat fits. . . !|
|She wanted to cut flowers with this baby, but when I pointed out how big it was (by showing her this picture), she agreed it wasn't safe to use.|
|Parachuting off our front terrace. I like my camera.|