Thursday, April 19, 2012
Remember the good times...
...I tell myself because right now we're living in a little place I like to call Molar Town. As much as I want to zip off to OC alone for Paint Snow Hill--and I really really do--there's no way I could leave Robb alone with a teething toddler for a weekend. He would be ready to check into the loony bin by the time I got home. At this moment one molar has fully erupted, and the other three are all coming in at the same time. Poor little Mo. In the meantime here are some photos of our girl from the past two weeks: the playground, Easter, and playing outside. The orange bonnet was mine when I was a little girl. I think Barbara Streaker, my namesake, made it.
Many of my photos look like this last one because Mo's such a busy lady these days. By the time I get the camera ready she has already moved on.