I am so behind on posting.  It just means we have lots of adventures to share!  First off, Alaire’s second trip to Prairie City, OR, population 905, to visit Aunt Cathy (FA) & Uncle Greg (UG)!  Alaire saw her first snow and sat by her first campfire at FA & UG’s cabin.  Prairie City also had a first, a new Mexican Restaurant opened during our stay so we decided to go to dinner on its opening day (yes, with a baby), but that three plus hour story will have to wait…

One funny tid-bit…about half way to Prairie City, Graham & I realized we forgot the portable crib AND her sleep-sack (OH – four letter word!!!) Little missy slept on a trundle bed surrounded by a variety of creative obstacles including pillows, sleeping bags and duffles, draped with a big sheet tucked tightly around the edges.  As for the sleep-sack.  WELL!  We hit the John Day discount store and bought the ONLY fuzzy suit in her size for $7.95, it was Hot Pink, Purple & Black Zebra Print with a silver sparkly butterfly.  Funny enough, she slept so soundly in them we started calling them the Magic Jammies!

We know we’ll “hear it” when she’s 16 looking back at photos of her first Halloween, but it is worth every hilarious, adorable moment.  Graham found her costume on Amazon.  We admit, it was chosen because it was the most hilarious out of the baby Halloween costume line-up.  I’m sure you’ll pay us back someday Alaire.

As I walk up the street after a long demanding, but rewarding work day, my anticipation bubbles for what I might see in this window.  This was the window display on Halloween.  AND…my heart melts.

I just recieved this text message:

Dear Alaire,
Thank you so much for teaching me how to blow raspberries! I practiced all evening and working on it again today. Love Watts.

So Alaire replied:
Dear Watts,
Aren’t raspberries fun! Especially when you eat your carrots, they splash all over your mommy, daddy and miss Andrea! When you get really angry you can let all of the annoying adults know how you feel by blowing big continuous raspberries. My parents especially love it at 1am! Then when you feel silly, you can blow happy smiley raspberries! Can’t wait to see you Monday and we can practice.

This Raspberry-blowing thing really has gotten out of hand. Yesterday, everyone at daycare was laughing because Alaire gave the Assistant Director, Sarah, a carrot shower during lunch. And, lately, Alaire hates having her diaper changed, so she blows big loud continuous raspberries to voice her irritation.  Now she is recruiting her innocent little daycare friends into her raspberry blowing brigade!!??  Is my sweet little girl destined to be a mischievous ring-leader??!!

Some day she’ll learn that you can’t talk with your mouth full.

Based on the last post, you might assume I am talking about raspberries the berry.  But I am not.  I am talking about raspberries the spitting variety.  In fact, as I write this post Alaire is sitting on my lap “ahhhh-ing” and blowing raspberries.  It’s definitely one of her most impressive talents.

This morning, on the way in to school/work. She rode along in the back seat and blew raspberries nearly the entire drive.  And boy, did I get a laugh when I looked back in the child mirror and saw her hat pulled down over her eyes with just a nose and a pair of raspberry blowing lips poking out.  I just had to take a photo. Then, when I pulled her hat up, she made me laugh harder!

Walking by the baby food isle proved too tempting.  She turns 6 months on Tuesday and we see the doctor on Wednesday (to receive “real food” instructions and more shots).  What’s a few days early?  The kid gives us guilt stares whenever we eat in front of her, like we are purposely depriving her of some kind of delicacy.  I suppose after 6 months of breast milk, we can’t blame her!   ‘

First food: Organic (quiet mom) Apples and Blueberries

Oh, and I forgot a bib!