Superbowl Sunday

We watched the Superbowl at Nana and Poppy's with Katie, Brad, and Cole, who had come into town for a few days. Abby, after her Saturday concert experience, went for a rocker look ("Girls Rock," to be precise. And wild hair, but that's not her fault.)Since genetics will not provide Abby with lead vocal opportunities, we're happy she likes maracas.Cole has gotten so much taller since Christmas! He's very busy now - he wants to see and get to everything, and I think he'd like to skip trying to crawl all together and just walk.

Hi, Brad! (You can find him in the background of some of the other photos in the same pose - I didn't notice he was doing it when I took the shots!)

Kate gets cuddles from Cheeks.

Abby's already way too cool.

Kate will do just about anything to get her little man to smile and laugh. That includes helping him do a lot of dancing.

Sadie just wants Poppy to remember who his first grandchild really was.

The Many Faces of Abby

Abby spends a lot of time stone-facing the camera these days. But, she has her moments...

Instilling the Live Music Bug

I love live music. Love it. And if Abby's going to be a true Chicago girl, I hope she'll love it, too. We're starting early. This morning, Abby, Mom, and Dad headed to the MAC at College of DuPage for Justin Roberts and the Not Ready for Naptime Band. It was a little heftier of a show than when Abby saw Peter Himmelman at Land of Nod.

She got in the mood first thing by pulling out her hat that our friend Kristin made for her last winter. She refused to take it off and looked a bit like a beatnik baby in it.

Abby was a little tired and overwhelmed during parts of the show but she was also completely entranced. She has NEVER sat that still on anyone's lap for so long.

I took her down to the "Kiddie Mosh Pit" to dance after she'd told me she wanted to "go go go." We hung out with her friend Andrew for a bit. But, overall, it was a little too much for her and she said she wanted to go back to see Daddy.

Rock on, baby girl!

Peek-A-Boo

Casserole Disdain

This Is Why I Get Nothing Done

Terrible Twos Come Early?

Abby and I are going through a bit of a rough patch. There's a lot of whining and shrieking coming from her... and me. She's taken to throwing tantrums, she's unbearable at mealtimes, and suddenly, as of Sunday, sharing toys became a catastrophic concept for her. Traci came by with Evan for a kids' clothing swap. We thought the little ones could play. Not so much. Although I did manage to document some good behaviour in the photos, don't be fooled.

For the first time playing, Abby HIT when she didn't want to share. And held on with a death grip to her toys, screaming and crying.

Sad mommy. Hopefully Evan will forgive us.

Today, we were excited for a playdate party over at Aimee and Abi's with Kristen and Graham, Ginny and Zoey, and Lisa and Elias.

She hit again. This time Elias. She shrieked and whined, refused most of her food (which just makes her crankier when she's hungry), and was an all-around joy. We actually had to leave early when the hitting and sobbing started.

She did, however, manage to be nice to the cat. Go figure.

I really hope this is just an adjustment to one nap per day. Long week.