November 2011, November 2012

Who is that bald baby?? These were taken about a year ago, with a very short and hairless Eleanor.

And here is a picture from this weekend:

Belated Halloween pix

In lieu of trick-or-treating at friend Rosie's house, we came in and stayed for tea. And 17 pumpkin oatmeal bars. So much better than what passes for chocolate in traditional Halloween candy!

a cold day at Stewart park

This is what Eleanor looks like when she's having a fantastic time:

I swear, she was enjoying herself greatly, and didn't want to leave the park. But she had this expression the whole time.

language barrier

Eleanor:  Wobbltub.

me: What, sweetie?

Eleanor:  WOBBLTUB.

me:  I see.

Eleanor:  WOBBLTUB.  WOBBLTUB!!

me, finally:  Oh, right!  Yes!  There IS a weeble in the tub.

You get what you ask for, and I asked for help with baking.

 E is finally growing enough hair to get in her face. We can't bear to cut it off yet, and we don't know if she would countenance such an offense, so instead we have intermittent minor skirmishes in the Hair Clip War.

 

"hey, I just found this cool toy in my hair!"

. . . aaaaand here's the result of putting the clip back in,