Just minding your own business. Checking your email…
When from out of the shadows…
…comes the dreaded “Snatch” monster–feared by alllll.
Ok, not all.
Some.
Maybe some.
A couple.
Oh, man. She snagged it.
Pwned…
The mouse pad never stood a chance.
Baby “Chomp”
So they say that you can tell…
a baby is ready for solid food…
when they show a particular interest…
in what you are eating.
I’m thinking–get this girl some Cheetoes. Ha!
Ok, I mean mashed peaches..
organic ones…
in their own juice.
(See me later about the Cheetoes baby Chomp. Grammy will hook you up.)
Baby Dolls
So we have this very sweet, very happy, very rubbery baby dolly at our house.
Believe it or not, she smiles allll the time and she’s even starting to laugh–a lot.
The funny thing is–I can’t really prove it, because whenever I point the camera at her…
…she stops whatever she’s doing–laughing, and smiling included—
and stares into the lens.
She’s fascinated by it.
Which makes it hard to show you what an incredible smile she has…unless…
we can point and snap the shot really fast…
before she goes back into the “zone.”
I think I love this baby’s smile so much because it’s one I’m very familiar with.
Pretty sure her mama had it first.
It’s a wrap…
Finally, finally—the pink, fluffy shawl for baby Chomp is finished. Phew!
Since I’ve only been able to work on it on the weekends—it’s taken longer than usual.
I personally think that somehow…it matches her.
Happy Six-week birthday baby Chomp!
Connected- 2nd Generation
Twenty-six years ago when Lyndi, my second daughter was born, Grama brought little April to the hospital to see us and of course her sweet baby sister. Filled with new mama hormones and missing my “original baby” desperately, I was nearly in tears when she burst into the hospital room–just a few hours after the birth.
To my surprise, she ran right past me and my outstretched arms, around the big bed and straight to the isolette that Lyndi lay wrapped in. She climbed right up onto the side–with dad steadying it–and leaned over so close that she could nearly lay her head on the baby’s chest.
Because she was only 21 months old I was nervous that she’d be too rough and pokey–but just as I took her little arm to help her back down, she breathed a huge sigh, and whispered, “Ohhhh—I missed you.”
There were no words at that moment…
…and there are no words for this.