Eat Me

Emma has the metabolism of a hummingbird and never stops eating. Never. Stops. Eating. She is a hobbit and insists on second and third breakfasts. She will often have a FIT when we are out because she's soooooo hungry. (Never mind that we just ate a meal at home an hour ago.)

As you saw from her last (mostly) naked picture on the blog, she's skin and bones; I have no idea where all of the food goes. (Apparently whining burns a lot of calories because that's what exercise she seems to do the most of these days.)

Here, a year of Emma with her beloved food.

Last year about this time. Look at how deliciously chubby she was!

Last year. Yummmy.

Who would sled when Goldfish could be had in the nice, warm car?

I took a picture of Libby and Ale celebrating their candy from the Memorial Day parade, and Emma then insisted on a picture each time she got a new piece of loot.

See what I mean?

I could go on (it was a very fruitful parade), but I think you get the idea. I especially liked how serious she was: "Please mark this as Exhibit R on why this parade ROCKS."

Chocolate is a favorite. As are strawberry and vanilla. And cherry. And banana. (Anything Aunt Kelly makes -- as with these cupcakes -- is sure to be a winner.)

This is a serious matter: We don't joke about ice cream.

Bonus: She's not the neatest eater you've ever seen.

And Temporary Merliners

Merliners = Marylanders, for all of you not savvy to the Maryland accent.

In the end of July, after visits to Vermont, Maine, and another en-route trip to Columbus, we headed to Maryland to see Aunt Marene and Uncle Jimmy get married. Woohoo!

Best quote of the night? Libby: "Aunt Marene is the bride, but who's the prince?" The kid has been reading and watching waaaaay too much princess stuff for my comfort level. Damn you, Disney!

The girls got new twirly dresses for the occasion. How much does Libby love the new dress? She's worn it three times in the last two weeks.

Peekaboo to you, Ms. Em.

Emma was just in it for the cupcakes.

Pretty Aunt Marene and pretty grandma.

Aunt Marene with the prince.

Temporary Buckeyes

We have traveled the hell out of this summer. The hell out of it, I say!

It began back in June, when cousin Adam graduated college. (So proud! So proud!) We traveled to Columbus for a quick three-day visit, but we packed a lot into those few days.

(I will warn those of you who have known my nieces and nephews for years now: Prepare to have our mind blown by how old they are....)

We raided Kennedy's closet and found twirly dresses. So we twirled ...

... and twirled and twirled until we fell down.

We had cousin Diana do up our hair. (How do you know your preschoolers have been hanging out with their teen cousins? Oh. My Gosh. It's, like, totally obvious. My favorite is that Emma picked up Diana's "Oooooh. That's nasty.")

We said goodbye to cousin Andrew, who deployed to Iraq the next week.

Vincent managed to put his teasing tendencies on hold long enough to earn Emma's trust back. (Usually he teases them so much that they won't go near him for fear of what he will do. Emma loved Vincent up this day, though.)

The obligatory Ohio dog cage shot.

Kennedy babysits Libby, tween-style.

We're Baaaack!

Since the last time we met (which, admittedly, was a long time ago) ...

Libby celebrated spring by planting her own garden on the couch. She did this all on her own and surprised us with it.

Emma and Libby decided to have an indoor celebration of the humble umbrella (-ella, -ella, -ella, hey, hey). It had elaborate rules involving a requirement for a homemade umbrella "stand" and pillows and blankets.

We've been falling in love with Linus (and falling more deeply in love with Ale, of course). Do you see how the adoring masses surround the little tank? (And now there's a new wee one to adore, but more on that later.)

We blue ourselves. (And honest to god, that is how she said it when she showed me what she'd done. An "Arrested Development" fan already? I'm so proud.)

We've discovered that markers make for an excellent, cheap manicure. They're recessionistas!

The girls love encouraging the "Ooooh! Are they twins??" comments that we get almost every time we go out.