First beach of the year

We went to the beach for the first time this year. It was very cold. (This was more than a month ago- it's hot now.)

The cold did not stop Elizabeth from having a good time.

We were there with my mom, Neil and Anne. A good time was had by all- I like to think. We walked along the beach. We chased seagulls. We built stuff. We collected shells.

We also collected flowers that were littered across the beach. We saw remnants of a flower wreath so we assume that someone had a memorial service on the beach or something.

We wrote names in the sand. The beach is fun in any kind of weather.

"Her is Horrifided"

February 25, 2012: Adelaide gets her first taste of food. Avocado.

She was just under 8 months old while Elizabeth was just over 8 months old when she first tasted avocado. Elizabeth didn't like it and ended up throwing up because the consistency wasn't smooth enough. Don't let this next picture fool you- Adelaide didn't like it either.

We were saying that she was horrified by the food. After a while, anytime Adelaide would make a face like she didn't like something, Elizabeth would say, "Her is horrifided."

Squishing the avocado was good fun though. Since this, we have tried a few other foods: carrots, squash, etc. We did a banana avocado mixture to really try to get her to eat the avocado, but it made her throw up... a lot... for hours. We are thinking she may have a banana issue. She likes to nom on things in her little mesh food baggie thing (especially roasted broccoli). I was trying a little bit of baby led weaning, but I think I don't know enough about it. Whenever I try to give her foods that I think are okay, she ends up eating well for a while, then choking and throwing up. No fun. I need to do some more research because I like the idea of it.

Look who is standing!

So- I should have posted these pictures a while ago, but Adelaide is standing! This picture was taken February 23 and she had been pulling to stand for maybe about a week.

She is so big... I can't stand it- but it's awesome.

Bath time

Elizabeth loves to have baths. She loves them. We got her some new bath toys for Christmas and she would rather take a bath than do pretty much anything else. The only thing better than her new bath toys?

ADELAIDE!! "I want my baby to take a bath with me!"

When her sister is in the tub, she doesn't even need the boat, or most of the other toys. She has so much fun just splashing around and making Adelaide laugh.

We don't have them bathe together very much yet because it is a little stressful. Adelaide tries to crawl in the tub and... well, it doesn't work very well. Elizabeth also usually creates some tidal waves by swishing around the tub like an octopus. Every once in a while, though, they take a bath together, and a good time is had by all. 

No pictures... but great story

We decided recently (well, I really wanted to and my husband agreed less reluctantly than I expected) to move our nightly rosary outside on the path in our apartment complex. We walk after dinner and say our prayers. It has been so enjoyable; my favorite part of the day. Anyway... this story takes place on the path, during the rosary, just a few hours ago.

So Patrick often tells Elizabeth to stay on the path, because the grass around it tends to be grown up. He was explaining again tonight how he didn't know if there were snakes or anything and also saying how some of the grass was rough and pokey. She came back on the path and about a minute later, we see something moving quickly through the grass. It is a black snake and it crosses directly in front of us... very close to Elizabeth who is often slightly ahead of us, and goes into the bushes/brush on the other side. Patrick freaks out. He says that he wants to go home. I did not want to go home and I thought he should just move past it. I was afraid that if we went home because of a snake this time, I didn't know if I would ever be able to get him back out there again. I said something along the lines of, "It's fine. It left... let's just keep going." Patrick restated that he wanted to go home in a slightly freaked out tone, but we kept walking.

Not long after this, Elizabeth runs ahead and stops. She looks at the grass and says in a mocking/making fun of Daddy voice, "Oh a sneek... I want to go home." Then she runs back to us. I wish I could type in the tone she used. Patrick laughed a good bit even though he was taken aback by his two-year-old mocking him. She did this several times, especially after she realized that we thought it was funny... which it was.

Sidenote: I noticed that Elizabeth calls snakes, "sneeks." This is what my Dad told me that I used to call snakes (maybe all little kids do) but I thought it was cute.