Highchair, Say What?!

So Penelope doesn't actually have a highchair of her own at home yet, we are working on it, but haven't gotten there (get off our backs, it's a big decision people). Anyway, we went out to dinner this weekend with some good friends who were visiting from out of town and Penelope got her first experience in a restaurant high chair. She rocked it, entertaining herself quite nicely with a set of plastic keys (which both Ben and I frequently retrieved from the floor for her as if our first name was Labrador). Anyway, here's the documentation of this momentous event, I think an appropriate caption would be "Highchair, Say What?" - I also like the way she's holding on as if it is an old-fashioned roller coaster:

Losing It

I will make this short and sweet: it is unsettling how aware I am of my slipping mental skills. I forget all sorts of things, from names, to "to dos" (meaning what I was going to do 5 minutes from now, as well as this weekend), to how to conjugate verbs so that they match their subjects. It makes me sad, and I am a bit afraid that this may be the best I can do for the rest of my life. Oh well, I guess only time will tell.

On the Road Again

Well, it's official, my lazy (ha, ha, ha) days as a mere office-constrained lawyer, not to mention working mom and wife, are over, it is back to work travel for me, when necessary. This week I took a day trip to Boston, a seemingly low-key way to ease back into things. All in all it actually went well, but we did have mechanical difficulties on the way back, the kind that mean the plane will either leave in 20 minutes, or not at all. Luckily we fell into the first category (actually it was more like an hour and a half late, but who's counting). Anyway, look for me in an airport or train station near you because I am officially back in action. Next stop: San Francisco!

Handmade Gifts

I know that I have posted earlier about things that truly make me feel like a parent, but here's another one, because honestly it still hasn't really sunk in: handmade gifts. For both Mother's Day and Father's Day, Ben and I received lovely little handmade things from Penelope's daycare. Of course we realize the hands that made them were her teachers', not hers, but they are so inherently sweet and a suggestion of the many handmade gifts that are in our future that they are still very special to us. Anyway, that's the thought of the day.

First Father's Day

For Ben's First Father's Day the three of us attended our fourth baseball game of the season, it was the first day game we had attended, which meant we could stay as long as we wanted (or, more accurately, as long as Penelope wanted) instead of being limited by things like bed times. It was a scorching 93 degrees but we mercifully had seats in the shade. Anyway, here are a few shots from the special day:

Back Home Again, in Indiana

We have been delinquent bloggers recently, which I hope to remedy soon, but for the moment at least I will post a few pictures from Penelope's first trip to Indiana. A few weeks back our little family took our first trip by plane. It was exciting and nerve-wracking, but Penelope was a fabulous traveler and we had almost nothing to worry about (other than trying to get home, but that's another story and Delta's fault, not Penelope's). Anyway, Penelope met a pretty large number of family friends and family members for the first time on this trip, including her first cousin Gable, one of her Uncles, two of her Great-Grandfathers, her Great-Grandmother, her Great Aunt, one of her Great-Great Aunts, and a number of other cousins whose exact relation to her (first cousin once removed?, second cousin?) I am totally unsure of. Anyway, it was a lot of my family and here are some pictures capturing some of the inaugural visit: