A Sharper Image, Imagine

I was pretty impressed with the camera on my phone until we got our hands on a real (borrowed) camera. Behold! The child is three dimensional. I guess we should get a camera that shoots photos that can be enlarged beyond wallet size.


Yup, that is milk dribbling down her chin. She just finished her first meal of the day and is in a sort of waking food coma in this pic. I love the stunned wobbliness, the gentle sway, the gaseous garbling just after a meal. In general, Hunter is a delight to feed. These days she holds my shirt with her hand and pedals against my arm with her bare feet. I couldn't have guessed how I would feel about it, but it turns out I am comfortable breastfeeding just about anywhere, which makes traveling about a breeze. We have a nice nighttime rhythm. She still gets up at least once each night to eat. She makes a few squeaks and I get to her before any crying is necessary. We have a cozy chair under a bay of windows and she nurses under the stars and clouds with a view of the Sears (won't call it Willis) Tower. The whole thing is over in ten minutes and we are both back to dreamland in our respective beds. Please do not ask me about her sleep schedule. I won't speak of it. As soon as I say a thing it changes.


When was the last time you felt as happy as Hunter looks in this picture? Jason says it makes him want to cry.

Gnome Man's Land

Fall Rollin'

We've been thinking about our Fall look over here. We want it to be practical, comfortable and chic. We also want to be able to change diapers without employing a costume dresser (as we already employ a chef, a dishwasher, a laundress, a nap nanny, lol, just kidding, just day dreaming). We found these adorable leg warmers at Target on-line, in the baby boutique section. They are pants without having to remove the pants every time the Bee is wet! We've decided on a uniform of long sleeve onesies, leg warmers, and knit caps. Fortunately, we are all set on the hat front thanks to the loving hands of Great Aunt Grace and Great Aunt Marie.



Hunter has also been diligently practicing tummy time. She makes fantastic grunting sounds.


Her work has not gone unrewarded. Last Friday morning we were busy composing a letter to Great Grandma Sally. Hunter was grunting away. I put a book in front of her to encourage her education and next thing I knew she had rolled over. Anything to get out of doing her homework! She seemed surprised and impressed with herself. I snapped the pic above.