Paul is a chatty fellow, with a great brow furrow and a tendency to rub his face with his hands. This often makes it seem like he is confiding in you some serious reservations. This time I suspect he was complaining that there was no video of him yet on this site, so I have rectified that oversight and give you: baby noises.
Annie developed her first recipe today: hand-smashed organic blackberries on whole grain toast. The trick is: you rub the blackberries on the bread, then wipe them off with a paper towel, and then rub them on again. Genius.
I pretty much just lay around and watch him do this all day.
We’re savoring these last few days with just the two kids.
This went on for some time.
By the way, who among you taught her to blow a raspberry when she sees the phone/camera? She does it pretty reliably now, which means I have a lot of pictures like this.
She romps around our bed after her bath, standing and walking and falling and babbling. This is pretty representative Annie right now. She likes to hold that toy boat up to her face (and your face) like a gas mask and breath into it heavily.
So last night we watched as Annie figured out how to go from a couple of lurching steps to marching across the room. Perhaps even more amazing, Bryan got it on camera. I present to you: our daughter walking, in two acts.
Two full minutes of Annie standing, occasionally unsupported, by the bookshelf. You have to reeeally love her to watch the whole thing. In fact, the fact that we watched her do this, thought to record it, watched it several more times on video, and then found it worthy of uploading to youtube and posting here—I think that says pretty much everything that needs saying about the irrational love of parents for their kids.