Well, this was a few days ago already, but I didn’t figure you loyal fans would mind some very slightly out-of-date photos. Behold baby ambling on a sunny day!
Brrrrrrrrr May 8, 2008
The hat, although silly, is totally necessary today, because it is currently 47 disappointing little degrees in Tacoma. However! Lily has all but mastered the art of walking, AND she’s actually eating solid food three times a day, AND she learned how to clap on Monday. AND she’s a very good cuddler on these cold, cold nights.
Sun!!!!! April 12, 2008
We went to Puget Park today, which has a SWEET playground—definitely the highlight—and some sparse, patchy, bumpy, uneven, uh, meadow to relax on. But the playground, I’m telling you. AWESOME.
That’s Odd March 27, 2008
First it started hailing. Then came the slush. And then it seemed what was falling was actually snow. But that was yesterday, and it all melted. Nature apparently had another trick up her sleeve, however, because we woke up to find our world looking more like December than March.
In other news, I didn’t post anything yesterday despite my promise. I’ll be doing penance today, I assure you. Perhaps three posts in one day? Perhaps.
Out and About March 25, 2008
Lily and I haven’t explored a whole lot of Tacoma yet. We moved here just before winter, the least opportune season for venturing outdoors in this land of rain and rain and more rain. Last Thursday, however, we decided to hit the town for Tacoma’s Third Thursday Art Walk, come rain or come hellfire. And rain it did—it poured, in fact. After Mr. D dropped us off in soggy downtown Tacoma, I secured Lily in a front pack, and we headed straight for the Museum of Glass. We spent an hour meandering through the current colorful exhibit, which was incredible enough to elicit almost nonstop waving from Lily. (As in, Hello orange vase! Hello multicolored goblets! Hello random woman! Hello everything!) Unfortunately one isn’t allowed to take photos inside, but I snapped this consolation touristy shot of us in front of the museum’s “hot shop,” inside which scruffy, pierced, young folk demonstrate the fiery skills required to make glass objets d’art.
Pourin’ February 27, 2008
It’s soggier than a baby’s diaper outside. The little one, bless her heart, noticed the overnight change in weather almost immediately and just spent ten minutes transfixed at our improbably large living room window. She commented thus: “Dee-yee, doo-goo. Doi yoiiiiii.”
At one point she looked back at me, the wildly unkempt, coffee-guzzling creature on the couch, and repeated with new emphasis, “DOI YOI.”
“Don’t I know it, kid,” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t I know.”
But the child just smiled, bounced up and down a couple of times, and, with a fresh outlook on the thing, started slapping the window in delight.
