A visit from Grammy and Poppy

Last weekend Harper had a visit from her Grammy and Poppy. We had a great time showing them her new tricks and spending the day in Marietta Square. Even better, with willing babysitters in town Robbie and I were able to go on a long overdue date night. Dinner and a movie and still home by 7:30...who says parenthood isn't wild and crazy. Thanks for coming Ed and Gail, it was wonderful to see you!!

Under Pressure...

I consider myself a moderately creative person. Martha Stewart I am not, but I have my moments of inspiration. I thought I was pretty crafty when I painted letters for Harper's nursery and I have diligently updated her baby book each month with stories, stats and photos. Do I take a little editor's license with the baby book? Perhaps....but the important thing is, those blank pages are chock full of IMPORTANT moments to remember.

However, I seem to have missed the memo explaining that having a baby significantly raises the old creativity bar of motherhood. Letters and baby books are not enough. Too late this Christmas, I realized that to avoid failing miserably as a new mother, I must craft something display-worthy containing either hand-or-footprints (bonus points for both).

Yes, this was ridiculous, self-imposed pressure, but I couldn't shake the vision of an elementary-aged Harper, crying because all her friends took their crafty hand/footprint memorabilia to show and tell and all she had was an old babybook and some letters.

Well, on Valentine's Day this year, I rectified the situation.....

Robbie painted the turtle. So there.

Laid back...

It's been a low-key week or two at our house. Mainly we've just been spending time as a family and with friends. Harper's two front teeth are almost all the way in and she's chewing on everything in sight. It's a little like living with a bunny rabbit. She's also starting to sit up while playing. Instead of fussing when she's tired of sitting up, she just suddenly drops to the side - "TIM-BEERRRR" It completely cracks us all up. And we had a fun last-minute visit with Papa (my dad) when he was in Atlanta for a meeting. Thanks for dinner and the flowers Dave-o!

Sitting on the dock of the bay

Harper had her second taste of the good life last week. It was a little chilly so we only spent one afternoon on the beach, but lots of time enjoying the sunshine and looking at the water. So far, Harper's not a child who's bothered by a little sand - every time her bare toes touched it she got this huge grin on her face. I however was a little alarmed when she tried to put those sandy toes in her mouth. Wonder where sand fits on the Gerber stages timetable....

Barefoot children in the rain

Well, not rain so much, but I digress. Harper has developed a serious affinity for her bare feet. She hasn't quite gotten them to her mouth yet, but is oh-so-close. They are definitely the preferred playmates of the moment, making diaper changes a bit of a challenge and footie pjs and socks a short-lived reality for the time being. Perhaps toes are nature's teething ring?