Little Piggies

Learning about the little piggies and the market and whatnot with cousin Mimi, when she and cousin David came by for a visit in early August.

W-A-S-H-ING-TON, baby, D-C!

Does anyone else get that old Magnetic Fields song running through their head when they say the name of the nation's capitol? Just me? Oh. Anyway, we went down to visit my folks in Bethesda, MD and for a very fun, very whirlwind afternoon at the Farbrother family reunion in Reston, VA.

Our cameras spent most of their time in handbags and backpacks so there are only a few pix. First, a pic of my mom and Rosie hanging out in my folks' backyard:

Dash and the world's best and weirdest party favor:


Two cousins:
Hanging out poolside with Elijah and Dash, and Aunts Sonja, Laura, and Sam

Looking Way Back: 4th of July in the Berkshires

Here are pictures from the golden, olden days of 4th of July weekend, which we spent in the Berkshires with the Sanders fam. This first picture reflects the difficulty of getting all three kids in one shot (forget getting them to all smile in one picture!). We corralled them for about five seconds in the sandbox and got all 3 kiddos deep into their doing own pensive thing:

Heavy rains created a chilly creek right in the backyard. Too cold for adults, just right for toddlers:

Dash and Elijah, hanging in ye olde smoke house:

Back to the sandbox:

Eating fig newtons (included just in case you thought there was no adult supervision):

The frog whisperer:

Thanks to Sam who took every single one of these pretty pix! A bunch more loaded up here.

It is Done!

Lovely Latoya the baby beautician, Elmo on DVD, and a snack trap of cheerios got Rosemary through it. She wasn't too happy about the whole sitch, but it was over before it had half begun. Really her new do looks pretty much the same, maybe just a little less shaggy on the sides. Hair still flops inconveniently in her eyes until we can chase her down and get a barrette all up in it.

Finally

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair...

...will be a little shorter after tomorrow morning.

Germaphobes Read at Your Own Risk

Yesterday's Highlight: Listening to Jason patiently, sweetly explain to Rosie that just because a dog licks her on the lips doesn't mean she has to lick him back on his, at the same time. Apparently there was some pretty serious action going on between her and our neighbor's sweet-natured yellow Lab in the elevator.

Little Miss Defoliation

Well, I'm a little behind but hey, summer days drift away, don't they? The refrain around here has been pine cone, pine cone, pine cone. These pictures are from June, which was probably the height of Rosemary's pine-cone picking obsession. We couldn't walk outdoors without her asking for a "pie-known." (Later in the summer she doubled down, asking for "couple pie-knowns" at a go.) She started out because she liked to count them, or have them counted for her, but mostly I think that she's got the magpie bug (like a lot of toddlers) and likes to collect fistfuls of the same thing.