Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Delia (or "DIL-ah" as she calls herself) is a regular little sweetie, quick to offer hugs to her guests. And she's a big fan of scones. Aren't we all!
Audrey observes Delia carefully, noting her posture, stance and quick hand-eye coordination.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Audrey and Gramma Jean compare stripey socks.
We joined our good friends Rebecca, Hank, Ruth and Bethiah for an outing to Drumlin Farm while my Mom was with us. Ruth posed with the littler girls in their stroller contraptions. Ruth is such a concerned and caring big sister. She seems to take the role quite seriously.
Even this sheep at Drumlin Farm can get her kid to take a nap, but I can't. She how she's using the shushing technique, and her lamb zonks out right on cue, in the middle of the barnyard? It's just not fair. I'm at least as smart as this sheep, right? So why can't I do this? Maybe I should try putting Audrey down on a nice bed of straw...
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
First real ride in the backpack, outside of the house, that is. In sum, she likes the improved view and mobility and Mom and I were able to make it relatively comfortable for the pack wearer, after adjusting all 900 straps on this thing. The pack is hand-me-down, so we're doing this without benefit of a manual-- added challenge! Mom is here from New Mexico all week and she and Audrey are inseparable pals. It's nice that Mom is here right now because Audrey is just on the edge of that touchy, stranger-danger phase I have been dreading. She now seems to care very much if I leave the room too suddenly, or if I appear and don't offer to pick her up. Luckily, her memory is short and if she doesn't see me leave the room: no tears. And she's still having hours of fun with Gramma Jean at her beck and call.
Here's a much simpler design-- the bucket baby swing. She tried out two of these this week, one in Cambridge and one in Arlington. Big laughs and smiles. The beginnings of her love of playgrounds. Guess where we'll be spending all of summer 2009?
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Every day Audrey is less of that passive newborn bundle of reflexes and more her outrageous self. Call it pre-linguistic babbling or primitive performance art, this girl has found her VOICE these past few weeks, and her voice can only be described as the ear-splitting shrieks we imagine were made by the newly hatched pterodactyl as it flapped it's leathery wings for the first time. Happy Spring, everyone! Sound your barbaric yawp!
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Later, while I slowly get dressed and ready for the day, Audrey spends some quality time with her father, learning all about corporate activism as he fills out the giant stack of proxy statements that I have vowed to put in the recycling bin if they continue to clutter the kitchen table. Her head is blurred here as she nods vigorously her "Yeah" vote to approve the slate of Board of Director nominees at Acme., Inc.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
So, in a burst of springtime enthusiasm (and in an effort to avoid some boring tasks inside) Scott went out into the extensive formal gardens surrounding Hacienda Willcox and did some raking and pruning. This sticker bush on the corner of the front lawn, so named for the wickedly sharp thorns all over it, got more than a little spruce up. When Scott came back in the house he said to me, "I think I might have killed the sticker bush." "Not possible," I said. "That thing is tenacious, and anyway, it's classified as an invasive plant around here. You probably can't kill them even if you try." Then I looked out the window. What had been a fairly good size bush is now just a handful of sticks. "I just never got to a good stopping point," he explained. Not that I'm going to miss that ugly, mean plant (and I hope our downstairs neighbors won't either) but one thing is certain: Scott will not be giving Audrey her first haircut.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Great Aunt Kris...
and Great Aunt Carol. (An interupting thought: am I the only one who thinks that this sleeper makes Audrey look a lot like Elvis in some of his later Las Vegas appearances?)