Turtles on a log

Labor Day weekend and we worked on the house of course (painting a surprise attic mural, cheeky subject matter to be revealed later). But we also took the time to walk around our beautiful Rockefeller Preserve, and try to get that baby butt moving into a crawl already. Here's Jeff imitating a log full of turtles:

Hurricane Who?

We holed up here during Irene and watched it rain and get a little windy and the river rise and rise, but we're very grateful to be on high ground. We only suffered a bit of cabin fever, when things like this are known to occur (not for the squeamish):

And then it was like the storm never happened. A perfect picnic along our waterfront park.

Will she or won't she?

We've spent the last few months encouraging Addie to crawl -- not sure why we would do this since her success will mean our house of three flights suddenly becomes house of 1,000 crashes. Since Addie practically lives on her red potty, she's turned this into her mode of transportation in the meantime, and she's scooting so well she's doing K-turns on the kitchen floor. Oh the suspense; any day now. And just to stir some sibling rivalry, last cmes the old footage Mimi dug up of Kaia's first crawl at 10 months in FL.

happy campers

In July we dared to camp in the Catskills for the first time with two kids. Who knew, when we have the fan going at home while we sleep, that Addie is so very loud in the night? The amenity we couldn't leave home without? Art supplies of course...

June jump splash laugh

Obviously overdue as always, but here are some more summer oldies of the ever-important laughing-baby variety, or a baby just tolerating the weird parents that strap her into this hanging contraption that turns her into a human puppet.

Rabid Addie?

Addie has a scream like no other -- human, that is. One day there was a stranded baby raccoon in our backyard and she sounded eerily familiar. The hair of our girls remains unmatched.