Water aerobics

Sitting up in the bath is for babies. Lately, Blythe is more interested in drifting away from her tub seat and chatting most of the time. But lately she has been upping the ante with some water aerobics. And when that gets boring, she enjoys a snack.

The beard

Grant took a hiatus from his usual facial hair when she was born. It was too sad not to smother Blythe in kisses without reducing her to tears. But he's decided to bring the burly back. 

By the looks of things, it will take some getting used to. 

Touchy-feely

Blythe gets suspicious of me when I pull out the camera, maybe because I'm the paparazzi. I have the hardest time snapping a photo of her doing some of her tricks. Right now this girl talks (not in English though). And she talks LOUD. She will put anything and everything in her mouth. And she is grabbing and touching whatever anyone else will. She also loves to play with her binky--- especially during what we party-poopers call nighttime.

Over it

I'm not gonna purport to be good at blogging. But I'm trying to be better. Anyway, in the time I posted pictures a few weeks ago, Blythe has gotten seriously bored of her Bumbo. Can you tell?

 

The pipsqueak

Reading the day away

A little while ago we got an awesome package in the mail from the Jorgensens.

They hooked us up with some goodies. Blythe and I got cleverly written + beautifully illustrated books by the same author; so we savored the afternoon in our respective reads.

Spoonful of doom

Blythe had her first dinner of "oatmeal" last night. These pictures don't do the event justice. She kinda looks ambivalent about solids when in fact she couldn't have hated them more. At the beginning, she literally spread her arms out  and convulsed/ screamed like she was getting shot by a tommy gun. I'm hoping we can upload the video Grant took to prove it.

She did, however, eat all of her oatmeal.