Maiden Voyage

This morning Josie road off to a Day Four of Nature Camp in her new big kid booster seat. The transition was tear-provoking for us as Lou removed her carseat to make way for the booster. The cow carseat, which will soon become Bea's, is the one that we brought teeny tiny, brand new Sweet Baby Josie home from the hospital in almost four years ago. (And such a sweet memory of it taking a full half hour to do a ten minute drive because new dad Louie refused to go above 25 mph.) Josie is over the moon about growing up, but I can't say we share the same enthusiasm for the idea.

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those little hands

Quite often during the day, Beatrice reaches out for her big sister....

 And Josie always obliges...

This little tiny hand and these teeny tiny fingers are too too precious.

(Dear Future Carri, while it is highly unlikely that you will ever forget the fact that Bea always, *always* wraps her hand around your finger when she's nursing, this is your reminder.)

Over a year

Remember that picture of Josie in the moving box on the front porch of our new house when we moved here last summer?  Well this totally reminded me of that moment - just over a year later - and my oh my how much has changed! With all of those huge changes, one thing remains the same - Josie is still such a silly goose. And she absolutely loves to make people laugh.  (Oh and regardless of how many toys she has, there's simply nothing quite as fun as a big 'ole box.)

Tummy Time

Now that Bea is a rolling machine, she winds up on her tummy quite often. She seems to like it there, at least for awhile, before realizing that she's stuck. I'm hoping the sweet little thing figures out how to return to her back soon because she gets so frustrated. Even Josie is amazed that Bea is old enough to be rolling already: "Now she's rolling, then she'll be crawling, then she'll be walking, then..."

Did I mention?

Things have been so unbelievably hectic around here lately that I've missed some pretty big updates. For example, Sweet Baby Bottle-Refusing Bea started eating solids. It was either wait until she was 6 months old like we are supposed to or let the poor little thing starve to death if I had to be away from her for more than two hours. So - solids it is.  (Trust me when I say we tried every bottle strategy in the book and spent more money than I'd like to admit on various bottles, nipples, etc.) So - yay - Bea is loving her some solids. Here she is with a face full of pears to prove it. 

I need to take some more photos where she looks a little less dear-in-the-headlights about the whole thing. Oh oh  oh, that reminds me - while I gave Beatrice her first bite of food, Josie gave her the second bite and I was able to snap this quick pic on my phone before stopping Josie from totally gagging her.

Freckles

If you look closely on the bridge of this sweet little girl's nose, there is the perfect patch of sweet little freckles. And I love them.

An invitation

Josie made this invitation for Beatrice today. She wanted to make sure Roly knew she was invited to her big sister's birthday party. How adorable is that?!

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"a rocket with lots of fire around it...

...blasting off and flying around through the stars" (the picture josie drew on the envelope of a birthday card for a little buddy's party this morning)

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Zebra with a bird on its back

...and lovely eyelashes. By josephine

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the other zebra

By josephine

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Holy Moly, Roly Poly Rolls!

In a blink, Sweet Bea has gone from that simple little video of her finally opening her eyes to the world to this moment today when she decided to earn her name by rolling, rolling, rolling. This is one of the first rolls and then she did it about 20 more times in the next couple of hours.  Go Roly Poly Go!
(On the topic of Roly Poly, I should say that I was thinking there for awhile the Josie was going to stop calling her that as I noticed more and more that she was referring to her as Bea or "Beatrist". But last night when she sweetly asked me to tell her a story, I knew the moniker was sticking around for awhile longer. "Mommy, tell me a story about My Roly Poly.")

So, here she is Roly Poly Rolling. Enjoy!