Sunday, September 20, 2009


Thursday, September 10, 2009

Knocking things over with Eli

P's been laughing about stuff lately -- but how cruel a world is it when the child of two standup comics won't laugh at her parents? Instead it's Max, Eli and Harry who induce the most hilarity. Last weekend she let loose a cascading peal of laughter at a little whirling-dervish move from Harry, but usually it's a chortle, like so:

Hm. This won't play for me at work. Let me know if the Flickr videos aren't working and I'll switch them all over to YouTube -- so nobody misses a minute!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Thanks, Eric Carle!

Oy, these six teeth have been coming in for-EV-er! The middle two have busted through, though, and the other four are in various stages of swelling so they can't be far behind. Her congestion is much better -- just a few little snot bubbles here and there (lovely, LOVELY). She is waving (the "right way" and then the "wrong way," as Max and Eli pointed out, just to see both sides). She's babbling and shrieking, especially when she sees Harry. (This scares the crap out of Harry, who handles it very well despite his obvious terror.) And she is really, really laughing. Chortling most of the time, but last night she let out a huge long belly-laugh at cousin Harry's antics. It was the greatest sound you EVER heard!

But her latest trick is giving kisses. Big, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. The recipient? Well, Randy and I get a lot of them, but most of her affection is reserved for Brown Bear and Panda Bear. Here she is getting romantical with Brown Bear.