Cora has been slow to get moving (despite her love for the movey-movey) so we were delighted when she took her first tentative crawl on Tuesday night. It was only three feet but after months of watching her be frustrated anything was a spectacular success.
Pardon me, waiter, but there’s a spider in my pear!
The beginning of this set has a few photos of me and Emma headed to the Brownies Hawaiian Dance at the end of February. She was so excited to be getting fancy and dancing with Daddy. I know this won’t last much longer, so I was glad to go. (In fact, it didn’t even last until the dance. Once we arrived she had no interest in hanging out with Daddy.)
A few weeks ago Emma and Henry cajoled us into buying musical birthday cards. Now, it wasn’t anyone’s birthday but they loved the music. Seeing them sing and dance in the Hallmark store made it nearly impossible to resist.
My first “mud run” was a great! The Camp Pendleton Mud Run course was a little longer than the advertised 10K but I could have cared less. Scrambling up muddy hills and sloshing through the mud pits was a blast!
May 3 was a glorious day for a race but, as it turned out, my first marathon was a race simply to finish, and not a race against the clock.
The first 10 miles of the OC Marathon wound through Corona Del Mar and around Back Bay in Newport Beach. The weather was cool and overcast. That, combined with the rush of the crowd, put me slightly ahead of pace (8:45).
These photos are from Henry’s second t-ball game, where the Kansas City Royals faced off against the Los Angeles Dodgers.
By this second game the coaches had figured out how to properly place helmets on the kids’ heads, making sure they could see when they hit. Everyone had learned where first base was and were eager to run there after a hit.
Marla and the kids were extra nice to me this year for my birthday. Not only did I receive a visit from my mother and my usual homemade coconut cake but I also received the smokin’ hot espresso machine and burr grinder I’ve always wanted.
Some shots from a rare warm Sunday in February. Cora snoozed in the stroller while Emma and Henry played with wild abandon.
With much excitement Henry donned his Kansas City Royal cap and joined his t-ball team on the field. There opponents were the dreaded Marlins.
Rumor had it they had a 6 year old on their team. Can you believe it? The nerve…
Emma took to the stage again last week for her second piano recital. The spring recital was nature-themed and Emma’s piece was called “Shooting Stars” by Elizabeth Greenleaf. She was, once again, delighted to be performing for the crowd.