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.

April in the Attic

As Addie approaches her half-birthday, she's all raspberries, smiles, squeaks, and chewing anything that comes near. April showers? No matter - we've got a nearly-finished attic now and every square inch is sacred to us in such a tiny house. Jeff's still working on it, but Addie's got a place to sleep, there's a big table for art projects, and carpet for Kaia to roll around on. Here are some quick peeks into this small, weird world at the top of our house, Addie happily perched in the midst.

kaia sings...and sings some more

What a gift it's been to have our daughter raised from the sick abyss she's been in. Here she is singing to kill time before Daddy comes home and then singing her way up to bedtime.