A lacy little girl, all covered in Grandma's knitting.
Most of the time, of course, she sleeps (except at night.)
But she has lovely, fleeting moments of calm alertness.
In case the green-striped frog suit looks familiar, that's because it is. Here's big brother wearing it four years ago.
Sleeping again, that sweet baby sleep.
Why a snail, you ask? Jamie's a sweet, delighted, affectionate and attentive big brother, but he was also ready to appreciate some sibling-free time outdoors We spent quite a lot of time hunting for nature outside in the soft new spring warmth, and we found a good bit, even among the streets and sidewalks. Snails, ants, slugs, a pillbug, various beetles, an early butterfly, earthworms, lots of pale insect larvae that looked something like miniature white lobsters, and all kinds of new green spring growth.
When he's inside, Jamie spends a lot of time drawing - mostly sea creatures, naturally. The creatures in this drawing were outlined by me according to his strict instructions, and then colored and detailed by him. All of the creatures are chasing each other. He's telling Caleb it's a picture of a show called "Hunter and Hunted." When he tells you about things like this, he comfortably and naturally uses words like "beneficial" and phrases like "symbiotic relationship."
The surprise of an unexpected kitty tail in your brand new face.
Half-asleep. You can hear her breathe.
She's tiny, smaller than any of my babies were at birth, darker-haired than Jamie, and just a dear peanut. I spent a few quiet nighttime hours with her sleeping in my arms in in the recliner in the living room that were too tender for words.
Here are a few pictures from Jamie's fourth birthday celebration. It was a gorgeous weekend! Last year at this time the snow was several feet deep. This year, the daffodils are already emerging.
Jamie didn't need his hat and mittens - but he looks cute in them!
Lots of room renovations going on! New furniture and curtains and decal wallpaper in the baby's room, and new decorations in Jamie's. He painted these, but what are they?
Last time I saw him,I asked him when he was going to start sleeping in a big-boy bed instead of his crib, he said, "When I'm a teenager." But on his birthday eve, he changed his mind and decided that it would be cool to wake up on his fourth birthday in his bed instead of a crib. So there was a last-minute scramble of basements and screwdrivers and Allen wrenches, and Jamie said goodbye to his crib and hello to his new bed. The next morning, when I praised him for spending the whole night in a big-boy bed, he said matter-of-factly, "Well, I'm four now."
After a long day of work and bed-putting-together, Kate still had a cake to bake and decorate.
It was worth it. That's a Moorish Idolfish, I think.
First thing Sunday morning, we took a trip to the New England Aquarium with Nana and the McDowells.
Then lunch at Shake Shack, where Peggy and I successfully staked out a table big enough for all of us in the midst of the noonday crowd, and then home for cake, presents and a story about squid with Ruth.
Here's her sad biography. It explains that Ottaviano was the last name of her third husband. It's a little hard to tell from these pictures, but the letter and envelope are pink, which was apparently her signature color.