Claire likes computers.

4 months old

Claire had her four-month doctor's appointment today. She's still hanging out at the 95th percentile for weight and 90th for height. So we got turned down for starting solids...

Good thing she snagged a piece of her daddy's watermelon this morning BEFORE the appointment.

She's meeting all her milestones and doing very well. And she's already happy and smiling after her 3 immunizations this morning.

Mother's day / Grandma's birthday

Claire got a little bit too much sun at Jackson's soccer game on Saturday so she had to wear a hat on Sunday. White looks good on her, huh?


She's always so happy after eating.
And then is ready to take a nap with grandma.

Jackson helped grandma blow out the candles on her birthday cake. They both completely failed. They were normal candles too. Attempt number two proved more successful.

Rare smile from the "I hate cameras" boy. Also in the shot, Aunt Meredith's headless body.

Such a happy family. For the next few seconds at least, I think.

Claire wasn't much interested in having her picture taken either.

He would rather take other people's pictures, just like his mother. We have a few hundred pictures of the inside of a lighting store from last year when he was bored out of his mind but had access to our camera. Lucky us.

Claire and the grandparents.

Claire, looking cute.

the little asian women stole our baby

We went to a Thai restaurant tonight. The food was decent but the apparently bored Asian women waitresses decided Claire looked nice enough to pick up and walk away with. They held and passed her around for a good 10-20 minutes. She liked it, Jackson was concerned, and I was a bit worried that they weren't going to give her back. I think when she becomes vocal she'll ask us to import a little Asian girl to do some housework so she can be reunited with her Asian women friends.

Today is the last day she'll fit in this outfit. It's cute but the pictures are horrible. Live with it.

Last night her wardrobe got organized. I'm sure when she's older that she'll hate me for trying to organize her clothes. At least she can't tell me yet that it makes her cry.