Two Years
If you can believe it, it’s been a full year since we started taking these monthly shots of Clara (and two years since she was born and we embarked with weekly ones). Yep, as of today she’s officially 24 months old. Aka: the big oh-two.
We snapped the pic above a few days early so that we’d have it ready to show at her party on Saturday, so I guess technically she was a bit shy of 24 months. But that didn’t make the transformation over the last 12 months any less dramatic (you can click here to scroll through all of her photos).
As planned, this month’s pic was taken against the fabric Clara drew herself. In retrospect we wish we’d made the background not so white so that she’d pop off it better (like having her sketch on a sky blue or light orange piece of paper), so that’s a lesson learned for next time. But Sherry can’t wait to make something cool from the fabric – maybe pillow shams for her big girl bed someday).
Still, we had quite an entertaining little photoshoot to wrap up this second year of picture taking. We got perhaps the widest variety of expressions ever, almost like Clara was unleashing a whole range of moves that she’s been saving up this whole time.
This was her trying to figure out how to make a “2″ with her fingers.
Here’s the quintessential tongue out shot.
And the “Say whaaaaat, girlfriend?”
Here’s the “news reporter in the field.”
And “the nail biter.”
This is the “getting hair out of my face (if I actually had hair to get out of my face).”
The “who me? I’m being shy.”
The “Oh no you di-int.”
And the whole time we were giving the “I-can’t-believe-our-baby-is-so-grown-up.”
Two years ago we had no idea how much this girl would rock our world, in the best ways possible.
Happy Birthday Beansie!
Oh Yeah
The other day we noticed a damaged spot on the brick wall at a local shopping center. Didn’t think much of it except for “wonder what did that?” But then a few days later we got our answer:
I know you can’t see in the picture above, so here was our best attempt to zoom in on our iPhone pic:
If you still can’t make out the “cause” of the busted up brick wall, perhaps this graphic from yesteryear will jog your memory…
Who knows who put the cardboard Kool-Aid man there, but to that mystery jokester I say bravo. Bravo jokester. Bravo.
What Time Is It, Burger?
We give Burger a Dentastix treat every night at the recommendation of our vet (as a way to keep up the work done at his teeth cleaning last fall). Plus, Burger likes them. Pardon me. What I meant to say was: Burger is CRAZY for them. As soon as the sun starts to set each day he knows Dentastix deliciousness is nearing and takes up his post right next to the desk where we keep them. Here’s the scene that often follows (which isn’t even a great example of the wildness that often ensues – but the end just made me crack up).
“Poop In Stroller”
These are the types of reminder emails that I send myself from my iPhone when, before falling asleep at night, I realize Burger’s doggy bag from our walk earlier that day is still sitting in the bottom of the stroller in the sunroom. Ain’t technology grand?
I’m too tired to get out of bed and get it (plus the alarm’s on, yada yada) so my email will remind me to get it in the morning. No harm, no foul. Well, it is foul, but thankfully the doggie bag keeps it contained.
Sleeping Beauty
Burger sleeps in bed with us. Most likely you already know this. He starts off every night curled up under the covers near our feet or knees, but eventually migrates up to the spot right between our heads. Usually body under covers, head on pillow. So this is the scene I captured this morning as I got out of bed. If only the sound of my iPhone unlocking hadn’t caused him to stir. We call this one-eyed glare “the peeper.”
