This Week In Cell Phone Pictures

Everything's a camera.

Chopsticks.

Picking Daddy's ONLY bloomin' marigold (oops).

Rabbit chasing.

First driving trip through Acme.

Trader Joe's stickers.

Yard sale addicts--twenty-five cent hat.

First bite of cotton candy.

No interest in a second bite.

Yo Gabba Gabba!

Even The Best Baby Has Her Days . . . . .

On the bright side, I now know that those Corelle plates a bought last month (after three broken dishes in one day) really can be tossed off a high chair, bounce on hardwood floors, and still look as good as new.

I don't know if it's the two weeks of sniffles, teething (eye teeth?) or something else entirely, but today my incredibly verbal child is chanting nothing but "Uppy, uppy," "Mommy's Car," and "Potty." I'm hoping things go better after a long nap.

Happy Fathers' Day

Mommy's Car

Her newest obsession:

(Here she's figured out she can open and close the garage door.)

She chants, "mommy's car, mommy's car, mommy's car," over and over, like some sort of protest, until she gets what she wants.  And on this rainy day with the sniffles, she was in there twice with me and at least once with Dad, so I guess the protesting works.  Honestly, if I could I'd pull my car up next to the screen doors and use it as a giant playpen (now that Rich has stowed my ashtray full of coins under the passenger seat).

Utah

Sadly, my wonderful aunt passed recently.  She will be missed.

Becca and I made a quick trip home for the funeral and a little family time.  Here are way too many pictures, starting with the flight.  I'll try to keep it brief.  At least as brief as twenty-something pictures can be.

Yes, our first flight without Dad, and we get a guide dog at our feet.  Becca loved it; me, not so much.  First flight delayed, missed our connection, and showed up too late to catch a shower and covered in dog hair.  And I was worried.

Uncle Wedge and his girl.

Shopping with Aunt Vonnie.

Shakes with Uncle Al.

Playing with my old baby buggy.

Rocking herself in the chair.

G-Pop and his sister (before he lost the 'stash).

Aquarium with friends.

Playing with one of my old dolls (she named it Ella, after the baby we played with that day).

G-Pop, post mustache (she's been afraid of them since Santa, so he shaved).

This was my mom's rocking chair when she was little.

Aunt Vonnie.

Grandparents.

The cabin.

Back to the aquarium.

Last morning.