Elliot is chilling on the couch before dinner, too lazy to sit up all the way - which she does now. But not right now, because she is tired. She's a sitter!
Pickles! We just started Elliot on solid food. Baby cereal and pureed veggies, mostly. But tonight we had pickles with our take out. Elliot keeps reaching for our food, and admittedly it was a little mean, but she looked like she wanted my pickle. The same pickle that made me physically grimmace because it was so garlicky, pungeant, and dill. She made a face when it touched her lips. I felt bad. She started to whine when I took it away and then she could not get enough of it. Chasing it around her tray with her baby fingers and stuffing it in her mouth, all the while with me freaking out because she has no teeth and can't chew. Ben scraped the seeds away and Elliot may have a new favorite food, or teething ring.
Eating is messy business, tub time is fun time.
Playing around at Stella Bella on a cold day. This is as happy as Elliot looked in the ball pit...not too bad!
Elliot's first trip (and ours!) to the New England Aquarium. We thought she was too little to like it, but she was mesmerized. And kept talking to the penguins like she does to Sheffield. She must have thought they were his cousins!
Speaking of Sheffield, he and Elliot are hanging out in the kitchen while I make dinner. Think its time to child-proof our house yet?
And Sheffield, poor poor uncoordinated lovable kitty. Here he is with his little kitty-cast following his little kitty surgery. He came home limping and with a cut on his lip. The vet thinks he was either nicked by a car or fell out of/off of something. Anyone who has seen Sheff fall off the couch does not need to question which may have happened. But poor kitty's broke out his front tooth (the big fang!) and he spiral fractured the same paw finger as Ben's basketball injury. He is getting along very well with his cast. It actually looks like he is walking with a cane, which seems to suit his tuxedo!
