Sunday Afternoon Nap

Rachel's First Play-Doh

I could write how Rachel immediately tried to eat it the play-doh.


I could write about how she rolled and smashed it, making assorted sound effects as she played.


I  could write about how cute she was singing songs and how it made me smile.
 

I could write about how much fun she had with the container.



Or I could let you watch it yourself.
http://youtu.be/YYXZ2d9GPbc


Have you smiled yet?
http://youtu.be/aSmoYg4JRUk

July 12th

Rachel likes to read while I do her hair.  (No I didn't ask her to pose.)

After everybody was dressed we went to visit Doug at his office.

No playgroup today.  What a disappointment.

I accepted that I didn't have a good reason to procrastinate my chores.  So I set my laundry sprite to work.

 

You remember my laundry sprite don't you?  (11/12/2009...6 months old.)

My how she's grown.

She loves to match socks.  I love that she's learning while helping me work.  Two birds, one stone.

Joseph enjoyed a morning nap in the crib.  Rachel doesn't mind sharing during the day.

She still isn't convinced that the big girl bed is the way to go.

So many books.  So little time.

 

 

Doug made homemade noodles for dinner.

After dinner Rachel found some flashcards I'd stashed away for a rainy day.  Hmmm...well it did rain.

I worked on pictures and blogging.

 

These two played happily at my feet.

 

Mostly happily.

 

It was fun to watch them.  It was "tummy time" but I just couldn't keep Joseph on his tummy.

Every time I'd get him on his stomach he would roll over.

 

 Sometimes it was on his own accord.  He often had help.

 

Finally, time for bed.

 

Ahhh.  Now that's comfortable. 

 

I can't wait until the kids come running in from a nightmare to find their dad and I assimilated by the borg.

I'm kidding of course.  We are already getting Rachel accustomed to our COOL elephant masks.

Rachel's 1st Photograph

What monumental item or face would you choose to be the subject of your very first photograph?  This was Rachel's.

Okay, so granted she didn't think it through.  She just happened to be pushing buttons on my cellphone.  But, I could almost see this as art.  "The emptiness of the bucket symbolizes the optimism in which the child looks to the future.  A life waiting to be filled..."

My Haircut (3/4/11)

I've been meaning to get my hair cut for almost a year.  I just kept procrastinating it.  At some point I decided I'd let it grow and donate it to locks of love.

On March 4th I took the initiative.  I marched forth, as it were.  I figured I'd cash in my gift certificates to The Spa Club.  When I called the receptionist said she had an opening that afternoon and donation haircuts were free.  Bonus!

I believe that stylists are like doctors.  If they are good then they are booked up way in advance.  But, this was the last day I could get my haircut before Joseph's birth.  I really wanted to donate my pregnancy hair.  For those who don't know, during pregnancy you don't lose hair.  Three to six months after you give birth you lose all of the hair you didn't lose during the pregnancy.  I wanted to give the best donation I could.  I went in.    

The stylist showed me how long my hair would be after she cut off the braid.  It seemed like I'd have enough hair left.  It should be okay.  My only desire was that I be able to put my hair in a ponytail after this was done.  

She cut off the donation braid.  

Then she cut some more.  Then a little more.  And more.  And more.  I drove home in shock.  I went into my home office, sat at my desk and cried and cried and cried.  There were no ponytails for me.  It was far shorter than I ever wanted.

My happy thought was that I had given my hair to some poor child that needed a wig.

After a week or two, and finding this picture, I felt much better about it.

Now that I am used to it I think it's okay.  I still miss my ponytails.

Outside? Please?

The Magic of a Clean Diaper