Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father's Day photo shoot

We had a really good Father's Day weekend. (Partly because I thought last week was Father's Day, and cleaned the car as my gift to Ben that weekend instead of this one.) Saturday, we cleaned the church in the morning, went on a long family walk in beautiful weather in the afternoon, and totally tuckered our little one out so that she went to bed early that night. We watched a movie together in the evening all the way through without having to pause for a crying or hungry baby, which I'm pretty sure is a first since she's been born. It was True Grit, which I mostly enjoyed except for the bits that were too gruesome for my sensibilities.

Today, we had a nice breakfast and Ben got to participate in the official introduction of Solid Foods (rendered almost totally liquid by the addition of lots of breastmilk.) Mostly, she just spat everything out, but she does enjoy grabbing at the spoon and chewing on it. We'll wait until she's a bit bigger to try again, although she's welcome to continue to play with the baby spoons.

We also went out before church for a Father's Day photo shoot, though that meant trying to take good pictures at high noon on a bright sunny day. I enjoyed playing at being a photographer and trying some creative (read: goofy) angles and shots, and our Dotter enjoyed making more of her camera face.

Happy Father's Day!

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Toes! And a terrible pun!

Just the other day I stumbled across the blog of one of my favorite authors, Shannon Hale, online. She wrote this poem that made me smile -- and I'll just link it rather than copy it over rather than risk anybody thinking I wrote it. (Plus, the rest of her blog is pretty good reading, too.)

My Feet
A poem by Magnolia Jane Hale, age 4 months
Translated by the mother

(This picture is blurry because it's the ONLY ONE I could get of her actually looking like she's enjoying playing with her toes. She won't smile or play for the camera anymore -- she immediately stops what she's doing to stare at it. We have dozens of pictures of her "camera face" and only a precious few of her charming, active, giggly self.)

The only thing she loves more than her toes is when we're changing her clothes or doing laundry by her and she can grab a fistful of fabric and stuff it in her mouth. The other day while she was nomming away at a shirt, I told Ben, "It's like cotton candy for her!" A-ha-ha-ha, COTTON candy, get it???

(Yay puns.)