Playing the Field

When opportunity knocks Fiona enjoys sharpening her dating skills. We need to work on biting and sharing drool, but she's making the most of her dimples and listening skills. Here she's working it... "Your two year old molars are awesome. I dig your pull-ups. Tell me more about yourself Tristen" Shortly after this scene Tristen emerged proudly from the bathroom and announced he had made his first poopy in the potty. Clearly trying to impress Fiona. And come on, what girl wouldn't be tickled pink?

Later, she blindsided Tristen by hooking up with Luke. Five weeks younger but a tall, strapping young man, Fiona got a little touchy-feely.

Push me mama...

Not to worry germ-a-phobes, I wiped off the swing before I put my little chew bunny into it. So, this was the second time Fiona's been in a real swing. The first park visit was last weekend after a walk around the Folsom Zoo (I love this place- it's all rescue animals and well done). As she won't tolerate a stroller, Fi was a little cranky after me carrying her around from lions, to foxes, to bears, to the "only in Folsom" ferral cat and hybrid dog-wolf exhibits, so swinging wasn't so thrilling. Today, like Saturday, she started off tired and a bit nervous. We took a lawn break and after some chicken watching and observing how the big kids swing, we tried again. Bingo. This go round, the hat came off, legs kicked, and if I took a rest or snapped too many photos, fervent little glances said, "well, push me mama....again....again...."

Who's a big 6 months old!?

"That'd be me!"

Happy 1/2 birthday! A little after 6:30 pm and miss Fiona is already zonked. To celebrate we packed it all in today, starting with our usual jog across the river, catching up with neighbors at Starbucks, mini trip to the market, a noon play date & lunch at Claire's house/mommy group #2, a big girl high chair dinner at 430pm, then some chicken watching and swinging in the old town park. She kept her eyes open just long enough to say hi when daddy called from India (yep, he's back...). At last I straighten, clean, fold, and blog because, tomorrow, by 645am, we start the second half of our journey toward year one!

Pre-party

When Fiona was still an expanding bump my mom often hit the post holiday clearance racks so we would be smartly outfitted for 2007. Back then everything looked so huge--I thought, in seven months my bump would never fill out that big, fluffy duck. Low and behold, when I pulled it out last week I worried it would be too snug. We had to do a test run, plus it's just too cute and too cozy to wear only one day a year.

Going, going, gone...