Julia has an (in my opinion...borderline unhealthy) obsesssssion with her "B is for Bear" book. When the bottle, pacifier, her favorite piece of scrap material, lullabies (courtesy of my honey-laden singing voice...of course), and rocking chair have all failed to quiet her cries...we can rest assured that a riveting reading of her favorite story will calm her righttttt down. . .
She is always shocked by the surprise twist at the ending..."Z is for Zebra...at the end of the book."
If you are a dog or a small child...I discourage you from watching this clip due to her high-pitched scream-squeals. Don't worry...she is happy...getting herself a little worked up over the fifth reading of her favey fave of the day...
Other scenes from our weekend...our little weirdo trying to fall asleep...
No, I am not nursing again...she has to burrow into my underarm as deeeeep as she can get until she has nearly suffocated herself and then drifts off to dreamland. .. a habit we will be needing to break relatively soon.
and a family photo to commemorate Grace wearing literal golf pants to Mass, Julia throwing her usual anti-camera fit and Simon looking...well....perfect.
oh...and in at attempt to make these puppies for the Superbowl...
I stupidly didn't wear gloves when handling the jalapenos and ended up with jalapeno juice burns allllllllllllllllll over my greedy little face.
an hour long nightmare ensued...
Simon was kind enough to capture these in my time of need. He suggested submerging my fiery face in a bowl of milk....which only helped if I stayed submerged...so I turned to a trusty internet remedy: a beard of baking soda paste which did the trick.
not pictured ... fortunately.
and...this is my view this morning.
the weather fairies hate me.