Pepto Bismal

We weren't paying attention and the child safty seal on the Pepto was falty. Needless to say Lydia found the bottle, opened it and poured it out on the carpet in the basement.

It seems that I'm not taking it well, but I'm cleaning it up anyway. I fear the rug will be forever stained with Red #22 and Yellow #8 or something like that. Ugh.

Critique

The artist discusses her work.

Corndog or Paint Brush?

Lydia Violet ate part of her corndog tonight, but then the dog became
a brush. With katchup as her medium, she began to paint the table like
Jackson Pollock. Such talent.

Obama Nation

H St., walking west to see what 5 million people looks like.

In a Hoodie

On our way to school. Jen forgot that Lydia's coat had a hood.

Favorite Uncle

Awwwww... Lydia loves Uncle Josh.

--Dima

"Sent from my eye fone!"

To School We Go!

--Dima

"Sent from my eye fone!"

Tire Swing at the Vortex II

Mama and the Bebe in the tire swing at the Vortex.

Tire swing at the Vortex

Lydia and I go for a swing at the Cavanaugh's house.

All Done!

Lydia's learning new things every day and as usual she's putting her own spin on basic concepts.

Albino Monkey

This morning we gave Lydia Violet a banana for breakfast. She doesn't
know how to peal a banana yet, so we can more or less regulate how
much she consumes. What a cute primare.

27*

Lydia and I on our walk to school.

Book Worm

Here is Lydia Violet with one of her favorite pass times, reading books, well kinda. She does love books, I'm guessing for now the words aren't as important as the colorful pictures and turning the pages.

Much to our chagrin, she doesn't know the difference between her books and ours. She makes a daily mess of our bookshelf in the living room. But, how can one get angry when she is so gosh darn cute.

Unofficial First Phrase

On our walk to school today Lydia was being very squirmy. At one point she threw her body weight forward, more or less stopping in a parallel position to the street with her face pointing down. At which point she uttered the "words" "uh oh!"

She has of course said this phrase many times before and at completely inappropriate times. But this time felt different, she was reaching for the ground and was trying to look around my hip to the back. On a hunch I turned around to see what had sparked her attention and there it was, about 15 feet behind us, her pearly white mitten.

Vapor

Today on our walk to school it was 40º outside. I decided to show Lydia my breath vapor. I picked a sunny spot and took a deep breath. She looked at my puffed out cheeks, I'm sure trying to figure out what Papa was doing. Then I opened my mouth and slowly let puffs of breath out. Lydia looked on in amazement.

At one point she leaned her head forward and tried to chomp on the vapor as it passed by her face. She giggled and had a puzzled look at the same time.

Getting ready for the job.

Construction Baby, sporting the latest in Long Johns, jeans and work boots.

Go Go Lydia

Here is Lydia wearing a dress she received from our friend Victoria. She looks like a blast past, from circa 1967.

I really should...

...get around to writing something. It's been too long. Yada, yada. I haven't even posted about Lydia Violet's first birthday! So, to tide you over, I've posted the obligatory, covered in icing photo. At least I got it up before she turned 13 months.

There's been too much going on around here to blog about it. When we catch our breath. I'll be back. It shouldn't be too long... but in the meantime, don't hold yours.

Two takes. Which do you prefer?

Feist sings 1-2-3-4.

Original:


Seame Street:

What to do...

Starting to think about LoVE's cake for her first birthday next weekend. What's good for pictures? Darker cake. But she's a pukey kid, so I don't want to give her chocolate. Carrot cake? But not with too many bits in it. She'll eat almost anything taste-wise, but she's got some texture issues. Carrot cake with baby food instead of shreaded carrots? Hmmm. Maybe.