An ode to the King

When Michael Jackson died we (like practically everyone else) listened to some of his songs, and it turns out Livia's a fan! So despite the laundry on the couch and the shaky camera, I couldn't NOT post this.

P.S. I don't have any good pictures from the 4th of July, but trust me, she loved it. Even though it was way past her bedtime she didn't cry once, and was positively enchanted by the fireworks, murmuring "wow" periodically as they went off.

Livvy lately

Bathing Beauty:


First time swimming with Daddy (somehow he's never around when we go. Or he's feeling too wimpy to get in. I don't know) Mountain climber

An attempt at sun protection that never made it out of the apartment

Like Mommy:

I guess Daddy is not the only person she copies--here she is with my shoes and keys.

And now with a "purse" and keys. I also caught her grabbing the dustpan and trying to sweep the floor (like I do every time after she eats). Getting into mischief.

I guess every kid has to unroll the toilet paper at least once, right?

I let her hold a pen while I was grocery shopping, and looked down a moment later to discover that we have a budding artist on our hands.

Good times.

Eat, Livvy, EAT!

So Livia hasn't been wanting to eat much lately. I think it's a combination of teething and finally being weaned, but regardless...it has been a huge battle getting her to eat anything. And so I've been trying to come up with new things. She's always loved straws, so I stuck a straw in her yogurt and voila! Suddenly that yogurt she'd been refusing to even take a bite of all day long tasted awesome and she ate the entire thing within a couple of minutes. Encouraged, I made her a smoothie for breakfast, popped a straw in it, and she loved it! Hooray! Hopefully more successes will follow, and she'll be back to her normal, hungry self.

This, ironically enough, is a picture of the last time she let me feed her yogurt with a spoon. Yes, that means she got that messy when I was feeding her.

And with summer in full swing, we let Livia eat a popsicle. Slightly baffled at first, she did polish the whole thing off, and was upset when we took away the popsicle stick.

Oh, the joys of feeding a toddler! (And the many accompanying baths)