Life's a Beach

I've been told in no uncertain terms that I am falling down on my duties of posting pictures. Apologies. I'm a little busy here, people. Jeesh. I mean, I've got lots of soaps to watch mothering to do.

We are finally enjoying good Chicago weather and have been taking advantage of our beautiful nearby beaches. Libby is in love and can't get enough. Beach, sand, and park are all very popular words around here these days.





While I'm waiting for the photos to upload, I'll share a favorite Libby story from a couple of months ago. So Libby often insists on eating whatever Emma gets to eat, so she has a heaping, yummy bowl of baby rice cereal (made with water, no less!) when Emma does. One day I gave Libby her bowl and then went back and dickered around with Emma's trying to get it just the right consistency (not that it matters because she loathes solids).

All of a sudden I heard a "Good, Emma!" When the comment finally broke through my daydreams, I turned around to find Emma's face smeared in Libby's cereal and Libby jamming her spoon into Emma's mouth (or at least the vicinity of her mouth).

Emma gets to eat lots of things from big sis Libby. I've found everything from a slice of bread to a piece of stick cheese in her mouth. (At least Libby gets her to take it. Most of the time, I just get raspberries when I'm trying to feed her solids.)

Our Girls

Tonight we ate dinner outside on our back deck. Libby was beside herself with joy and proclaimed "outside!" at least 107 times before, during, and after the meal. While we were eating, she looked up at the sky and cried, "Moon!" "Yes, yes," we said. "That's the moon, little genius." Then she yelled, "Peekaboo, Moon!" and flung her hands up in the air toward it. Peekaboo is her new way of saying "I see you."

Libby loves looking at parenting magazines. This picture will show you why I once called my mom and said that I swore Libby was going to start tearing our recipes any second.

Fine table manners. The kid watches me drink the last of the milk from my cereal bowl far too often. Here she's digging the egg drop soup at a Chinese restaurant. Man, did she chow down!

This is Emma's standard tummy time look. Notice how there are no tears? She's so chill. She's always like, "That's cool. I'll just hang out here for a couple of hours. No biggie." I swear she's already trying to get into crawling position even.

More tummy time. I know the picture is dark, but I love 1) the rivulet of spit running down her chin and 2) the cat paw jammed in her face (and she's apparently totally fine with that).

The girl will not eat her solids. We had reached a better point a ways back, but she just is not into it. We've tried rice cereal, bananas, sweet potatoes, peas, avocado, and even pears. Nothing will entice her. She does love sitting up in her high chair, though. (P.S. Like the drool?)

Saved the best for last. A beauty, isn't she?