Birthday cake

Today Tua's cousin Pascal turned 1 year old. The pictures of the event are out of order, as you will notice the clean face of Pascal at the end instead of at the beginning. Tua had fun watching people and sitting in her favorite walker (I'm not sure what the real name is for this toy as we vowed not to clutter our home with every available kid gadget, no matter how fun it might be). We are leaving for Kentucky on Tuesday and will have lots of pictures once we arrive. We will keep you posted!

Visitors

Tua's friend Phare came to visit yesterday. I visited with Phare's mother, Bekah, and enjoyed sharing stories and experiences of living with a new baby. Phare and Tua liked to watch each other, but that is about it. Until they are older, we have to make the conversations for them.

Tua is almost crawling now. She can travel across the room and does get on her knees to do so, although I have seen her give up and resort to the tummy scoot. She is also laughing more and making a monster noise that we find pretty entertaining.

Broken Camera

Our camera broke last week! So, hopefully we will find a replacement and get back on track with some pictures of Miss Tutti Frutti.

Crunching Numbers

Mr. Dog

Tua has been introduced to Mr. Dog, my oldest stuffed animal. He was a gift to me when I was around Tua's age. She likes his felt mouth and his helicopter ears, which despite his age, never lay down.

She is also on her knees now but not yet crawling. We find her lots of times on her tummy with her rear in the air, sleeping. She is very mobile and we have had to acquire a heavy-duty bumper to keep her appendages from getting stuck in the crib rails.

Dashed Crackers

Bug and I usually spend the Fourth of July watching an amazing display of fireworks from our lawn. It is not a municipal display, nor is it put on by a state sanctioned operation. As far as we can tell, its a couple of unknown neighbors five miles down the valley from us who smuggle the visual explosives in on a trailer from South Carolina under the cover of darkness . Tonight, there were no rockets. One of a few things might have happened. The weather might be a factor ( its currently pouring); their trailer might have broken down; their trailer might have blown up; after years of being successfully eluded by this group of Independence Day upstarts, the sherriff might have learned of the launch sight and finally subverted the exercise.

Whatever the reason, we settled for a peaceful evening of the William Tell Overture and Le Marseillaise via radio....instead. Tua slept through the whole piece....even the crashing cymbals at the end.

just like old times....