two of us. It has--thank you baby Jesus--been much better than I thought. She's been pretty even-tempered and up for playing independently with her toys while I work. She also learned to climb up her little slide and go down it all by herself this week. I cried when I saw her do that. If you'd seen the look of pride on her face, you would have cried, too. I swear it to you.
Also, I hosted a damn fine girls' night at the house last night, and Tess stayed up over an hour past her bedtime to join in on the fun. Can I just say again how much I love a good girls' night? It is good for the soul.
That said, I've missed my Nekos terribly. I thought it would be that I missed his help with Tess and I do miss that, but mostly I just miss his silliness and his grumpiness and his guffawing at the television and his being-around-the-houseness. And his unbelievable hugs and his strong shoulders. You know what they say about absence and the heart.
Here are some pictures I took this week with my iPhone since the mister has our fancy camera.
- Baby covered in eggplant parmesan
- Baby in bathtub
- Baby roaming around restaurant barefoot
- Mommy & baby bike ride
- Baby wearing helmet indoors because baby likes helmet and bike apparatus so much and cries when they're left on the front porch
- Baby covered in tuna fish
(You can tell I don't really like putting clothes on Tessa very often. I'm kind of obsessed with her sweet, innocent nakedness. I mean that can only happen for so much longer. I am gonna go with it as long as it's legal.)