What's In There?

Aurora has been sick this week so we've kept her home for a couple of days. Yesterday was my day with her, and today is Gary's.

Here she is, listening to a pillow from the looks of it.

Do you see her teething drool sliiiiding down her cheek?

Smacky's Birthday Dinner

We took my parents to Sweet Tomatoes for Smacky's first birthday celebration. She and Arlo both enjoyed their gifts and everyone liked the brownies.

Here she is, slightly fuzzy, eating. Or rather, chewing things and spitting them out. She's like cookie monster in that way, just without the gobbling sounds and violent flailing.

Christmas (Duck) in July

Aurora still fits in her little above-the-sink bathtub, although sometimes when she gets splashy the floor gets wet.

Here she is this weekend, enjoying Christmas Duck. It was in the 90s this weekend but it's supposed to be 102 tomorrow and the next day, so we will be splashing around in the big tub this week.

Stay tuned for photos of that!

A Thief in the Crowd

The signs were all against going to Seaside this weekend: my mom didn't want to come, I was feeling like staying home, smacky doesn't like clams.

We went anyway, my mom deciding at the last minute to accompany me and smacky, and I wasn't very careful with my purse.

Maybe because there wasn't that much in it, but instead of putting it underneath the diaperbag, I perched it on top, and some unscrupulous so-and-so snatched it and ran off.

Thank goodness I had the important things in my pocket or at home: my car keys, cell phone, credit card, ipod, checkbook, and digital camera were all safe. Unfortunate for my favorite wallet, my various gift cards, and anyone who uses my fred meyer rewards card to get ten cents off a gas fill-up.

Dang!

We did have a fun time up until we realized my purse was missing. We had a nice seafood lunch (Smacky decided she really did like clams as she shared Granny's clam chowder), I tried on hats at the hat shop by the carousel (along with everyone else; ew, dirty!), and Smacky and my mom danced and laughed as we listened to the songs on her stroller.

Then we drove away as fast as we could, as if the thief was following us and looking for more.

Another Zoo Trip

A few weeks ago Aurora and I were getting ready to sneak out of the house to the zoo without the boys.

Where are you going? Arlo asked.

To the park, I replied.

What park, he wanted to know.

Inwardly cursing my lack of lying ability that day, I told him, and of

course he wanted to come.

Gary was still in bed, so Smacky cleverly roused him by falling down the stairs and wailing like a siren. Finally, tears dried and backpacks packed, we were ready to go, and even though it wasn't the quiet, mellow Smacky and Mommy trip that I'd envisioned, we had fun.

We trundled around Africa, stopped on the lawn for an elephant ear, and took some photos at a mini-playground near the elephant house. We visited the birds who will drink from your $1-per-ounce cup of sugar water if you're made of money. (We, disappointingly to some, did not feed the birds.)

Then Gary and Arlo stayed to explore the area around the zoo and take the bus home while Aurora and I went home for a nap and some quiet.

And, of course, another bottle.

It's not just you, folks- she really does eat all the time.

Over Here, Guys!

Occasionally we go for walks after dinner, if it's not too late, or the weather is warm, or the mood strikes us (or Dairy Queen is calling).

Aurora was wearing her fleece footie pajamas in this shot, so it must have been late spring when we walked to the school near our house and stopped to watch the guys play basketball.

Fascinating for a baby, especially one who enjoys playing with balls. Just not ones that hurt when you throw them at someone, like basketballs.

Birthday Party Workout

Arlo had his 7th birthday party at his kung fu dojo in April, and Smacky tagged along.



Here she is steadying the heavy bag after a particularly rough round of punching and kicking.

I think she's distracted because the party boys finally got their piñata open. Look at all those unsafe-for-baby toys!


Oh yeah. Let's see how Chinese fingertraps taste.