I'm back, baby! And no longer a baby!

Oh man, it's been too long. I've basically stopped barfing, but I'm going to make an exception here and barf out some pictures. Let's go chronologically, shall we?

March and April: I regret to say that at this point, I am now every bit the underwhelming eater my brother is. But I have to say, it's pretty fun to mooch food, even if it means having to eat it:

Eyes on the prize...

In for the kill...

Yoink!

I do have a bit of a bottle addiction that I am working to overcome:

Oh sweet nectar of the gods...

Here are some pictures from my circus adventure with Grandma and Grandpa:

Braving the Philly subway...

Girl-bonding with grandma...

Mom came out of ultimate frisbee retirement this past spring-- I was eager to get on the starting line:

How am I going to throw fakes in this sweatsuit? No mobility, I tell you.

And here are some pictures of me just looking adorable:

I like the soft focus here. If Barbara Walters ever retires, this is the pin shot I'm submitting...

Nuff said...

My first time facing forward in the car seat...

Easter egg hunting during a trip to Charlottesville...

My first wheels. Luckily, it gets great mileage given the skyrocketing cost of gas...

Daddy and I lost in thought...

Another Easter picture.

May and June - weather's getting hotter, I'm getting cuter.

Me and Eli with Great Uncle Geoff and Great Aunt Karen after taking the train up to Doylestown (still hitting the bottle...)...

My teeth get much cleaner this way...

We just got a big honkin' play set in our back yard. I'm staying out here from now on:

Can I pleeeeze do this swing now? And what the hell is up with my hair?

Grandma Nene came to visit-- we're carpooling up to the Crayola Crayon factory in Easton here. Typically I would drive separately cuz I need my space, but we're trying to save gas...

Once we got there, I proceeded to try to huff as many markers as I could. It's tough to get high on the water-soluble stuff.


We took a sweet ice cream pit stop on the way home:

Oh momma...

That's some good s**t.

Later that month we took the train down to DC. It was pretty fast...

Once there, we all caught a Nationals game.

I believe this picture is my visual commentary on how much the Nationals suck:


Lastly, did I mention that I just got cuter?

OMG... Daddy, you did not just tell that partner to piss off???

Guys like the librarian type, right?

Just emulating President Bush's dance moves...

Me 'n' mom.

Coming soon: the July and August backlog. Stay tuned!