Tuesday, June 29, 2010

My Beach Post

Greetings from the beach. As you may have seen from my Facebook profile, I love my new bathing suit. What could be better than being a ballerina? So let me give you the run down; Daddy's on the computer instead of the beach, Mommy's on the beach, Aunt Beth is cooking and yelling for others to come near at their own peril, Uncle Dave has switched from beer to bourbon, and it's only 6.30, and Meme's drunk and ornery and working on her 4th glass of champagne or prosecca, I don't know which bottle they are on now. I'm having the greatest time with my cousins, they are paying me gobs of attention and I have spent equal time beaching and napping because I get so worn out playing with them. Baby Whit has been napping and eating regularly, not so much different than his Richmond schedule. More to report later...

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

My Beachy Cousin

This is my cousin Juddy. We spent a weekend down at Myrtle Beach together a couple of weekends back. Mommy took me down when Daddy had some philanthropic obligation, we went down to Pop's beach house. I had a great time playing with all of my family. Here's my very cute cousin who I spent a lot of time with that weekend. There just weren't that many little people for me to hang with, so I'm glad he was there to keep me company.

My Baby Movie


This is my baby brother Whit. He didn't think anyone was paying attention to him the other night, and I was secretly recording him. I can't see why people make such a fuss about him. It's not like he really does anything except kick on the floor.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

My Mobile (Advanced) Brother

So this is my newly mobile brother Baby Whit, safely sequestered on his back. I wish I could show you pictures of his first crawl, but unfortunately, no one witnessed it, and therefore no photographic evidence. The evidence obtained was circumstantial at best, but Mommy believes that it happened. Mommy left Baby Whit on his belly, happily kicking away, while she stepped into another room to do something. When she came back a couple of minutes later, he had moved off his blanket, around the corner of the ottoman, and was unhappily face down in the Lincoln Logs I had left on the floor (which Mommy had told me to clean up, but I didn't). So apparently, at slightly less than 3 months, Baby Whit can crawl when he really wants to.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

My Tent Revival


With my title, I might have extended a bit into hyperbole. Really, it was just a normal Sunday morning at church with a few special additions. There was going to be a picnic afterwards, and there was a bell choir, to which I was invited to come up and shake my shakers with the music (in fairness, Mommy told me I was going to get to ring the bells, I'm too young for the old "bait and switch"). As you can see from my video, what I might not have in rhythm, I make up for in enthusiasm. After church, we opened the doors up to the public and invited them in for a picnic. Someone off the street repaid the favor of a free lunch with stealing Mommy's iPhone out of her diaper bag in the nursery. Bad man, Daddy says that we apparently need to hand out some WWJD? bracelets on E. Grace St because somebody is not living up to his creed. I don't really get it, but I did what I normally do, I nod my head in agreement with Daddy because it's just easier that way when he's on a rant. We also managed to snap a picture of Baby Whit at the picnic, why couldn't they steal him instead?