I was planning on posting about the first garden tomato of the summer. It was the size and shape of a miniature apple and flawlessly red. However, I went to the fridge to take a picture of it and discovered that L had eaten the aforementioned apple/tomato. Eep!
Luckily, Janers recently dropped us some pictures from all the way back in January, when we went up to NYC for our BBQ and Brooklyn-brunch baby shower and (nonexistent) bachelor party.
It was really cool to see these pictures. After having Rowan, even a month feels like ages ago. The temporal sense of the S-Bs has been thoroughly and unsystematically deranged by a two-foot-tall pair of lungs.So, these photos allowed us to make several discoveries for the first time. Evidently, before R was born, Liz spent time as a mondo-preggo. Auntie Teeks can't believe it, either!
The busyness just keeps on coming. This evening we took a long walk while the landlord showed the house to a couple of potential renters. With any luck, we should be out by mid-August and into the new place.
R's appetite is really picking up, and we're contemplating the time to introduce the old mashed-up rice. He'll be eating sushi in no time.
He's already changed so much, and it's only been four months.
Over the course of the past year, we have not ceased to be as surprised/delighted as Liz looks here. It also appear that I've had a number of haircuts. I had forgotten having the comb-over do pictured in fig. 1.
In the foreground, you'll see a tiny strawberry hat that we can't wait for R to grow into.
Since having a baby, we've spent lots of time anthropomorphizing various things around the house. For example,
Sunglasses: I'm Mr. Crazyglasses, Rowan. I'm your friend.
Rowan: Says you!! Waaaa!
Here, L reminds me that deep down we are all actually moose.
A reiterated shout out to all the aunties and uncles who came to the sushi/shower/madness. Except for the waitress-ghost that haunted G-R.
Argyle vs. Sports reporter's hat.
Q: Who knows how to pick the ponies?
A: Rascals.
1 comment:
Man it's been 1/2 yr already? Is this the thing with the time flies and next thing you know you have a stroke and then time slows down but your face's all paralyzed so you're like "fly faster, time!" but time answers to no one, NO ONE.
Can't wait til next spring and it'll be like the good ol' times and we'll totally pound back pitchers of jasmine tea!
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