bathtime

Now that I have a YouTube account, and can post videos, I’m posting this one. It’s old, but I still love it.

Chalk this one up to being new parents, and not really knowing how to do it.

It’s still cute though.

She was 6 days old in this video, and we made tons of newbie parent mistakes, but I gush every time I see it.

pics of the berry

So Josh came over and hung out with us all day today, and Josh being ‘Captain Camera’ lately, had his camera with him, so he started snapping pics of my little cherub. I kindly asked if I could take some (ok, fine, I took the camera from him), and took some pictures myself. Here are the best from that set…

As you can see, I’m quite the fan of the close-up. Some people might call it “the angles”.  Whatever it is, I love it.

There is no post-processing on these, so they could probably look even better, but I couldn’t wait to post them, I think they’re pretty good the way they are.

…and I didn’t take the feetsie one, but it is pretty much what I had envisioned when I told Josh to take some pictures of her feet.

EDIT: sorry, these are too cute to hide behind a more tag :)

the awesome power of air

So I was feeding Skye some apparently delicious yams, and was video taping it, because she was eating them like an actual person and loving it, all the while chatting it up like it was Sunday Brunch. I stopped taping for a moment, so I could turn her chair and get a better angle on her, started the camera up, she started talking, I gave her one bite, and then BAM!!

Video after the break.

Continue reading “the awesome power of air”

What can a 6 month old Skyeberry do?

She sits!!

She eats squash! (well, sort of)

And she looks cute!

On a side note:

The other night while I was walking Sam I had unexpected nostalgia. It hasn’t been this frigid since last year and last winter was when I was pregnant. The brisk air reminded me of walking in the cold air when Skye was in my belly, and…I totally missed that feeling!  I couldn’t believe it, I never, ever, ever, ever thought I’d be one to miss being pregnant. For a moment though, I did. I missed feeling her kicks and hiccups and that tight, inevitable bond from giving up one’s body for the life of another. Maybe I should go back to my pregnancy journal and jog my real memory!