Sitting Pretty!

Folks



I've learned this new skill called "sitting". It's fun, and I'm really good at it. I can sit for as long as I want to. I actually taught Sean how to sit on our vacation. He knows a lot of tricks that I don't, but he didn't really teach me anything back.

I have been drooling like you wouldn't believe for weeks now, but no teeth yet. Can't really explain that one, but I have to wear bibs at all times or I soak my clothes.

So I've been travelling too, and I got to be part of all of the same adventures that my brother did - but it was all new for me. My favorite part might have been going to the blue lagoon in Iceland - basically an outdoors pool with bright blue water that they keep at body temperature. I loved it.

I did well on all of the travels - slept for large chunks of the long flights, and at no point did I behave in a way that made the other passengers wish they were sitting elsewhere on the plane. That's pretty good for a 6-and-a-little month old.

On the trip, I got to spend lots of time with my new buddy Sean. Sure I'd seen pictures, but it was fun to just hang out together.

I got to hang out with the cousins and their neighbors - the only girl in a house of 4 boys. Give me a little while and I'll get them eating out of my hand. For this trip, it was more a case of being held a lot - though Jacob took his turns feeding me too.

I ate a lot of new things on this trip - almost to the point now where keeping track makes less sense. Apples, pears, raspberries are all good. So is the Norwegian porridge I got, but I'm less fond of apricots and pasta with broccoli.

I'm now old enough that Mama could take me to the daycare at the gym, but I was having none of that. Pretty much as soon as I couldn't see her anymore, I let the staff know of my unhappiness. So no workout for mama.

That's about it for now. I have lots of pictures, and I'll try to get those posted soon. Also, I actually turned 6 months old, and there are official "me" pictures that look frighteningly like Papa did at the same age (please, let me not get his hair).

The editors are considering merging the two family blogs - it sometimes seems that this one gets the short end of the stick, because stories are already told in the other one. Feedback? Is there anyone who reads this blog that doesn't also read the other one?

That's the family, by the way. You too could look like this.

Love, R.