Evie's Top Ten Favorite Things (for now)

10. Her stuffed giraffe, Al. Al lives in Evie's crib, so at bedtime and naptime, she wrestles with her for a little bit before snuggling down and hugging her neck. Or maybe its a cradle-lock. Or a sleeper hold. Whatever.
9. Holding the bottle all by herself. That's right, Evie's now solo on the feeding. If you can consider us hovering nearby with a burp cloth solo.
8. Hats. She loves wearing them. She loves pulling them off. She loves playing peekabo with them. She loves chewing them.

7. The telephone. Its not at all uncommon for a conversation to be interrupted by Evie reaching for the keypad, pressing buttons, or just generally squealing to try and join in. Only when we actually put the phone up for her to have a go, she just smiles at the other voice and breathes into the receiver in a way that makes me hang up on people late at night.
6. Her tongue.

5. Books. Evie loves reading, smacking the pages and chewing them if we'll let her. We do actually let her eat the newspaper. Is that wrong?
4. These jammies. Though she hasn't vocalized her preference for them officially, her joy at looking like (in my friend Cathy's words) a "really cuddly traffic cone" is obvious.

3. Backward crawling. We hope to be able to get more video up sometime, but for now, you'll have to content yourself with an imaginary picture of Evie's backward mobility. We're so proud.
2. Bath time. Evie's loving the water and doesn't mind it in her eyes or mouth at all. She's graduated to the big bathtub complete with a rubber ducky that eludes her splashing fingers every night. Someday . . .
1. Real food! She's become quite the lover of cereal, and now we've branched out into actual food. Here she has a close encounter with some mashed potatoes. Only she's totally cuter than Richard Dreyfuss. And maybe taller.

At least we think she likes potatoes . . .

The Bradbury Highlights

Hey everyone. Its been a while since we blogged, and the last two weeks have been packed tighter than Evie June's diaper after a 10 hour sleep. Like that example, there's only one way to handle this--dive right in.

We're the proud, proud parents of a six-month old who's trending in the 45th percentile. Evie had her checkup this week and now measures 25 and a quarter inches, weighs 15 pounds, eight ounces, and sports a 19 inch diameter noggin. We also got to give her her first taste of semi solid food last night with a treat of rice cereal. She loved it, though she'd rather dive bomb the spoon herself than allow the plane to fly into the hanger.




Over Labor Day, We also enjoyed a visit from Todd, Jimmy's oldest friend and Evie's honorary uncle. Though we all came down with colds, we still managed to have some fun anyway.

Here, Evie learns never to pull anyone's finger, especially if its an honorary uncle asking . . .


. . . and here she learns that her father has in fact ALWAYS been this silly.


School has started back up and we're into new routines and adventures. Evie spent some time on campus helping me get my room ready. (Stapling is not her strong suit).


Since I'm teaching half-time that means she gets to spend four hours every morning at Mrs. Shari's. She seems to like it fine. She kicks her legs and squeals when we arrive, and only fusses when I obstruct her view of the ceiling fan when I kiss her goodbye. Here we are on the first day of school and daycare.


Evie and I have been training for a half-marathon for a while, and today was race-day. Sadly, my running partner couldn't join me in the race, but she did give me a few pointers before the start.


Jimmy and Evie met me at different spots along the course, inspiring admiration from my fellow runners. "You're doing great for giving birth six months ago!" I did not correct them. Otherwise, my 2:11 would not have seemed nearly as impressive.


Finally, its Jimmy's 33rd birthday. Evie and I gave him a nap.

That's love.

Jen