Fiesta de Taylor!

Happy 1st Birthday, Taylor!


We held a fiesta in honor of Taylor's birthday, complete with Pinata, Taco Bar, Margaritas & Coronas...Taylor loves her Corona.

More pictures soon!

This Girl...

A) Is turning 1 in less than 7 days
B) Can properly say Elmo when she sees him
C) Had her first glass of REAL milk today

and

D) Took her first steps on her own tonight!


Oh, the places she'll go.....

Poor Photography

My what a large noggin you have.

It's either the angle of my camera or the leggings that aren't flattering for baby legs.

A little BLUE....

Isn't it funny how a shortened work week can seem like the longest actual week in history? Maybe it's the amount of work to get done in a shorter time, maybe it's the weather, or maybe it is the damn Republican National Convention. I could go on and on about that, but I won't. Instead, I'll impress my liberal politics on my child.

Taylor can't understand why McCain thinks that women would vote for a presidential ( & vice) candidate based on gender, and not on the issues. She is clearly not amused.

She just figured out that we live in Kansas--a RED state. She has thus decided to eat her toes.

OOOOOOOO-bama!

A little of this, a pinch of that...

It occurred to me that I hadn't posted any new pictures for a while; here are a few from the arsenal.

Reading one of our favorite books....and clearly engulfed.

Her O's sound Canadian.

Huck was telling jokes tonight.

Dancing to some music. I think this move is the car wash.

A few weeks ago at Uncle Marshall & Aunt Erin's house. This is their puppy Cosmo. He is 7 times the weight of Taylor.

What the french, toast?

I don't know why blogger was being stubborn and not showing the pictures I tried to post the other day...they show up on my computer at home! So, over my 5 minute lunch break -- the pictures are reposted. You can choose your own captions.

At least it's not Hell....

I was driving home from work today, sweat dripping down the backs of my knees, when I saw this phrase on a church sign: "You think it's hot here, this is nothing compared to HELL". Well, ok. Fair enough. It's hot though, dangit.

This is what happens when you take your baby to the Farmer's Market in this weather that doesn't compare to how hot Hell may be:





But we still love jumping.

And she loves avocado! And Feta Cheese! I'm determined to make sure she's not picky like her father.