Monday, March 31, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
We're talking borderline stalker behavior. When the bunny tried to take a little break, Sophie chased it down for one more hug.
The 18 months to 3-year-old group had their egg hunt on the tennis courts rather than in the big grassy area. I guess they didn't want anyone getting distracted by butterflies or flowers. On the courts, it was more of an egg DASH. Sophie gave me a high five when it was all over.
On Saturday night, we headed over to the Stephens' house for some easter egg decoration and dinner. Here's a link to a photopage -- check out Frank's master photographer work:
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Really...what kind of caption would you write for this one? I'm at a loss. Except to say, I do realize that I should not be jumping in my delicate condition (or sneaking sips of wine, or taking allergy medicine, or eating spicy food, or cussing). It's just that the little metal boy seemed to be having so much fun...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Before we left N'awlins, we toured the French Quarter and stopped off at the aquarium. Sophie was afraid to pet the stingray (which were really friendly and flappy and slippery), but she plunged both arms into the tank when it was her turn to pet a baby shark. I really must show her the movie Jaws sometime soon. She was also thrilled by the jellyfish and the big white alligator. Frank and I both liked the seadragons the best.
Apparently it was field trip day for New Orleans' schools. The ticket guy told us that over 2,000 school kids were also touring the aquarium, but it really wasn't that crazy inside. The five-year-old's didn't have a very long attention span, so they raced through the aquarium and were out of the way before we knew it. Sophie LOVED seeing all the kids, and her favorite part of the aquarium was doing a stomp dance with four other little girls. When we left, we let her run off some energy before loading her back into the car for the last five hour leg of our journey. Hmmm...one of these kids is doin' their own thing...
And...FINALLY...after about 14 hours of driving, we reached our final destination: Uncle Wob and Aunt La-la's house in Al-a-baaaaammmmmaaaa. (Okay, this started off as an Obama chant, but it easily translated to our Montgummy mantra.) We've been looking forward to the arrival of Baby Bennett for so long, and Sophie is already a great cousin. Here she is, poking out the baby's eyeballs. Ah, family.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
And now this. At Chick-fil-a last night (hey...kids eat free on Tuesday nights), a man holding an infant in a little carrier, waiting in line for an ice cream cone, turned and smiled at me and asked when I was due. "June," I smiled, even though I know damn well it's the end of June. "Jeez," he says..."are there six kids in there?!" "No, no," I smirk, "just one big roly-poly boy, I guess." "No, really," he says. "Are you having twins?" I looked at Frank, who smiled sweetly at me, and I walked away from the counter (where I was waiting for a refill on my Diet Coke, NOT an ice cream). And that, my friends, is why I hate people. And why I keyed his car.