Peek-a-Boo

Instead of covering our faces to play peek-a-boo with Sophie, we had always just thrown a blanket over her head and asked her where she was. A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting on the couch with her and she kept pulling her blanket up above her head, then she'd bring it down again and look at us. It took a few times for me to realize she was trying to play peek-a-boo. Once we started reacting, she did it faster and started to giggle. She's done it several time since then. I finally got it on film this morning when she was going down for a nap.

Happy Eight Months today!

Golden Gate Park

Yesterday we went to Golden Gate Park in San Francisco with a few friends. It was our first trip into the city since we moved. And a long overdue trip at that. What should have been a 40- minute drive around the bay into the city turned into 2 hours due to a lady standing on the bridge deciding if her life was worth living and people trying to convince her that it was. I assume it was because she didn't jump. Traffic started to clear about half-way across the Bay Bridge.

Yes, I took this hanging out the window of the car. We have Idaho plates still, so instead of hiding the fact that I was a tourist, I decided to make sure there was no doubt in anyone's mind.

When we got to the park, we found a place to sit and eat lunch. The park, by the way, is gorgeous. And ginormous. I think it's like the "Central Park" of Frisco. And I couldn't believe we were having a picnic in January. I love this place.

Synchronized eating performed by Tanner and Adelyn.

Sophie sharing an apple with Dad.


Are you sure you want my slobber all over your apple?


Because it'll be oozing when I get done with it.

After a bite to eat we went to the Conservatory of Flowers. After walking through, I thought they should have named it the Conservatory of Tropical Plants. There weren't as many flowers as I'd hoped. Maybe it's the wrong time of year. Still beautiful, though.


This thing was built in 1879. Yep, it's still January.

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They had a whole room dedicated to orchids and crazy looking plants I've never seen before. Like these guys.


Oh, there's more. These ones catch bugs in their cup thingys and eat them. Mmm.


Aw, it's hot pink!

... and then the battery went dead in my camera. Ironically on a day where a camera was absolutely necessary and I had been diligently taking pictures. Figures.

Not an Ambiroller?

This is what I find most mornings:

She's been rolling around for a while, but now she whines and acts like she's stuck when she's on her stomach.

"You big faker--I've seen you roll onto your back a million times!" I say to her.

OK, not really. It goes more like this, "AW, is my baby stuck?" as I flip her over myself.

Steve pointed out last night that she only rolls to her left. We tried to get her to roll to her right, but she tried to sit up instead. So, left side is for rolling and right side is for sitting up? Gotcha.

She also has enough hair on top to hold clips for more than 10 minutes. That's nice, too.

Epilogue

Remember when Steve made me fill out that college bowl pick-'em thing? Well, it ended yesterday.

Fifth out of seven ain't bad. Especially since the rest are guys, who happen to be macho soldiers he worked with at his unit in Utah.

I do feel bad about beating Steve, though.

Just kidding.

Sickie

My baby's sick. For the first time in her short 7 1/2 month life, something's not right in her little body. She had a fever all night and all day today. The fever's gone down, but now she has a runny nose and is crankier than cranky. Most of the time all she wants is for mama to hold her. I can't say I blame her. That was usually what made me feel better when I was sick. It's interesting being on the other side of that relationship.

I gave her a bath this morning to help her to feel better and urge her fever to drop. She perked up considerably. I think it was her ducky.