Dad is not the babysitter, Day 4

Getting ready to head off to daycare. A little sad to see her go, even though she'll be home in a few hours.

Day 395 - Dad is Not the Babysitter, Day 2

Today, we went to "Mother Goose on the Loose" at the main library, and then stopped at Red Emma's for a hummus sandwich (she ate the onions). Apparently, this was very tiring.

This is how my daughter sleeps. I totally didn't set it up. I'm going to give a wallet size to her first boy- or girlfriend, though.

Day 394 - Dad is Not the Babysitter, Day 1

This weekend, M took herself to New Orleans for her birthday, so Ruth and I have been hanging out. It's been fun. Yesterday after daycare we took the push toy out for a spin up and down the block (after the requiste stop to say hello to all the little kids on 28th street - I feel bad, they remember Ruth's name and I can't remember theirs).

Day 389 - A big day, apparently

Pushing the new push toy from Great-Grammy for her birthday.



M thinks this one is really cute.


Walking with Dad to toss the weeds.



I pushed a cart! I helped weed! I'm pooped.

Day 382 - Mess

Because babies making a mess are inherently cute.

Houston, We Have Forward Motion

(Please excuse the dining room. It has been raining for what seems like 4,238 days on end. Bad weather+cooped up kid=somewhat disheveled house.)

Garden Update

Pics here.