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?
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?
8 comments:
isn't that talking fantastic. it can't be so tiresome, but then she says something like peekaboo, moon and... oh, it's just sweet.
New pictures! New pictures!
Such dolls you have, guys. :)
Grandma Kennedy thinks she has the most wonderful granddaughters in the world.
A beauty, indeed--two of them! Peekabo, Bibby!
Libby looks quite stately in that first photo! Quite the little reader ... just like her mama. And Emma ... the sweetest little drooler I've ever seen : )
Great photos! I especially love the one of Libby reading. She looks so commanding!
Not sure how I let Grandma Kennedy get some comments in here before me. Your circle of love is growing by leaps and bounds. What a bright future we have with these wonderful gals. You go get them girls. Straighten this country out from the mess we have it in. They are sure cute. Do agree with Grandma Kennedy on that one but we are a little prejudice. Love to everyone. Grandpa Kennedy
So Emma doesn't like pears...hmm. Have you tried putting a dollop of mayonnaise on them?
xo
Jill
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