Daphne's surprise baby shower. :-) Her husband, Dontun, put it together without her knowing. He's quite a guy. He invited ALL 4 of us. It was quite a challenge for Tom and I, keeping both girls happy and fed while maintaining a civilized atmosphere, but we pulled it off.
Liesl "helping" me fold the laundry. Yes, that is her father's underwear.
This is another photo to show to her prom date in 15 years.
July 4, 2008--Ava's first solids! My sweet baby is growing up.
She had sweet potato puree, mixed with a little breastmilk. So far she is lukewarm on eating
solids. She'd rather nurse. Frankly, so would I, but we feed her a very small serving
of solids every day.
Yes, some of those sweet potatoes actually made it IN the baby.I know. I'm mean. But she's so freakin' cute this way.
Our family room/battlezone after we battled a chipmunk impostor.
With Ava and Liesl safely jailed away (and screaming) from the chaos and the rodent in a playpen and a bedroom, respectively, and with both Tom and I wielding brooms and mops, we played a 20-minute game of "Where-is-he-there-he-is-do-you-have-a-visual-no-I-don't-but-he-ran-under-the-loveseat-now-do-you-see-him-yes-he's-running-your-way-oh-no-he's-in-Liesl's-dollhouse-and-oh-yuck-he-just-ran-over-my-bare-foot-well-I-told-you-to-put-shoes-on-oh-wait-he's-out-the-door-and-YES! He's OUT! We WIN!!!" This was immediately followed by a ridiculous victory dance with two (supposedly grown-up) people raising their "weapons" (brooms) triumphantly in the air and hugging each other before we went upstairs to rescue our screaming kids. I'm telling you, folks...there's nothing like a rodent in your living quarters to test the communication in your marraige. We passed. (Then we cracked open a couple of beers.)
Amalie's 1st birthday party. I can't believe it's been a year since Christine and I met in our midwife's office--me for a prenatal appointment, her for her 6-week postpartum follow-up, with sweet little Amalie.
Liesl "helping" Christine open our gift to Amalie. We gave Amalie a few of our favorite Sandra Boynton books. I had quite a time convincing Liesl that these were, in fact, not her copies of the books. She was quite upset with me for leaving "her" books at Amalie's house. We read all of those same stories that night, to convince Liesl that, indeed, we still had our copy of "What's Wrong, Little Pookie."
The Birthday Girl and Big Brother Jakob.