Guacamole

Guacamole may be Molly's favorite food. She gets excited when I am making it. She doesn't eat the chips - she simply loads them up, sucks the guacamole of, and re-dips. She gets her own bowl of guacamole. The last time we ate guacamole she had ruined a couple of prized blue-corn tortilla chips, but hadn't taken a bit out of any of them, so we gave her a spoon.

She enjoyed the new found efficiency.

Mariners Game with Grandma and Grandpa

The Mariners Game: As told to her friends at daycare.

Last Sunday I went to the Mariners game with my Mom, Dad, Grandma, and Grandpa. I got to wear my cool Puma track suit.

After parking, I walked through Pioneer Square, holding my Mom's and Grandma's hands.

Since there were no cars I got to run around too!

I held my Grandma's and Grandpa's hands when we crossed the street. We had to wait for cars before crossing.

We kept walking and walking.

I got tired, so I hitched a ride on Grandpa's shoulders. There was a breeze. It felt good to feel the breeze go through my fingers.

I was waaay up there on Grandpa's shoulders.

I rode on Grandpa's shoulders the rest of the way to Safeco Field. We went in at the Centerfield Entrance.

The guy scanned our tickets before we went through the turnstiles.

I walked up a bunch of stairs.

I went up so many stairs I stopped and clapped when I got to the top.

Then we walked some more.

Which to my luck, the Mariners are so bad that I got my own seat right between Grandma and Grandpa.

I liked looking at all the people around us, even if there wasn't as many as earlier in the year.

Mom played with my hair.

When I sat on my Dad's lap I put my feet up on the chair infront of us. These are my new shoes. Mom bought me ones with laces rather than velcro so that I can't take them off.

I sat on Mom's lap too.

I put Mom's sunglasses on.

Grandma wouldn't let me have cotton candy.

Eventually Mom gave in and bought me some. It was sticky.

After the game we walked home.

I saw the bucket drummer.

There was a neat black strip for me to walk on.

I got thirsty, so Mom gave me a sippy cup with juice in it.

I found these cool posts with holes in them. I liked sticking my fingers in the holes.

I dropped my sippy cup infront of Qwest Field.

I got tired, so Mom carried me.

I rode on Grandpa's shoulders again.

I fell asleep on Grandpa's shoulders, so Mom carried me the last 50 feet to the car, where I slept all the way home.

Play and Play

Bring tea for the Tillerman
Steak for the son
Wine for the woman who made the rain come
Seagulls sing your hearts away
'Cause while the sinners sin, the children play

Oh Lord how they play and play
For that happy day, for that happy day

- Cat Stevens, Tea for the Tillerman

Pasta Night

What is the best part about pasta night?

The pasta, or the bath afterwards?

Look who turned 18 months on Thursday!

18 months already. We celebrated by watching Sesame Street (on-demand rules!!!), one of her favorite dinners - smokies and mac & cheese, a cupcake that she wore plenty of, a bath, and some studio pics in the basement.

We couldn't get her to sit still. We tried having her play with a few different toys, but she was off like a shot the moment we sat her down. Then she found a book. We should have known that would do it.

Polka Dots on the Beach

Oreos

One of the great things about camping is the food. I've heard some say that Chips Aoy are their standby for camp cookies. I think of Oreos when I think of camping as a kid.

We introduced Molly to Oreos.

She wasn't dissapointed.