Su casa es mi casa

Posted on August 12, 2008 by lisa

Sometimes I just get very thirsty. No, I mean for YOUR drink.

Just give me the screwdriver, Mom

Posted on August 11, 2008 by lisa

Thank goodness, Nora helped me install my new bike basket.

it don’t mean a thing…

Posted on August 8, 2008 by lisa

We rode our bikes to the park so that Nora could swing. I think she likes it.

why I didn’t get your email

Posted on August 4, 2008 by lisa

Sometimes you need a little bean to help you work.

you can’t hug a photograph

Posted on August 1, 2008 by lisa

At the beginning of August, we went to an outdoor showing of Goonies that combined three of Nora’s favorite things in the world: being outside, live music, and macaroni and cheese. Not to mention some of her (and my) very favorite people. Don’t worry, I have already forgiven Sarah and Mallory for sticking pens in my hair while I was lying on the blanket.

The girls and I let Blake and Nora get to bed at a reasonable hour, then headed to Wal-Mart for midnight purchases of Breaking Dawn. Unfortunately, no one told me to take off my “I was bitten” pin before we went into the coffee shop, so I embarassed myself in front of the barista. Mew!

Farewell, Summer. I hardly knew ye.

more of the same

Posted on August 1, 2008 by lisa

I’m not sure why I can’t stop taking pictures of Nora playing with her laptop. Maybe because she is JUST SO CUTE?

here comes the big parade

Posted on July 24, 2008 by lisa

Sarah and I rode our bikes in the Pioneer Day parade in Spring City, with Nora in the baby seat. The whole thing was awesomely ridiculous (and ridiculously awesome), but I think the best part was riding past my dad and hearing him shout to the crowd around him, “That’s my granddaughter! That’s my granddaughter!”

biker gals

Posted on July 20, 2008 by lisa

My first ride on my cruiser was also Nora’s first bike ride, ever. Thank goodness it was properly documented.

Blake didn’t realize he was in movie mode when he took this, but I kept it because of how well it captures Nora’s initial feelings about her helmet.

Watch for the look of terror on my face as I negotiate the bike past Blake and into the driveway.

a tangled web we weave

Posted on July 20, 2008 by lisa

A normal day for Nora might include eating a snack in her high chair…

or getting herself hopelessly tangled in the TV cords. You never know.

(No babies were left unattended and nearly strangled before or during the taking of these pictures. I was sitting just out of frame, giggling as she turned around and around, making the tangling worse. So…I guess I’m not negligent, just kind of mean.)