Big weekend for baby

Daddy blew it.

We had all sorts of great stuff to blog about, and I forgot to snap a single friggin' photo for any of it. Doh!

Our friends the Yancys visited us, and gave us a chance to enjoy some deee-licious barbeque and homemade apple pie from RailRoad BBQ, just around the corner. Highly recommended. Plus, Christa brought some MORE treats- most excellent homemade (or close enough) cookies!

I really wish we had videotaped Griffin's "Rice & Beans" dance. Too funny! But the kids got to feed the miniature ponies down the road, and visit with, if not feed, the herd of goats across the fence.

Just before all that happened, Danielle successfully rallied the SA Spurs to overcome a 16-point deficit, and win Game 1 of the 2007-2008 NBA Playoffs against the Phoenix Suns. Interesting factoid: the NBA Finals has featured either Shaquille O'Neal or Tim Duncan in each of the past nine seasons. Most people don't put Timmy in the same category of talent, but count the rings, folks. They both got four.

On Sunday, Danielle's Cita and my sister Lizzie came for a visit. We're very happy that Lizzie will be going to Cita's alma matter, The University of Texas, right here in Austin. Lizzie promised to stop in every so often "for a home-cooked meal," when she's not across the street partying on Greek Row. ;-) (I totally understand, Lizzie!)

Matt's new gelato maker

Aunt Diana's fiance Matt opens his present from Mary: a Kitchen Aide device that will help him make us delicious gelato!

I think he likes it, but I'm not sure. Hmmm... maybe the gun was in case he DIDN'T like it?

Just chillin'

Aunt Diana (or "A Da-na-na", as Danielle says) reads Baby Girl a bedtime story. Danielle had a big day. She made a new friend at the gym, and did a lot of playing, with both Momma and Aunt Da-na-na.

She really didn't want Diana to go. She watched her through the upstairs porch rails like a lifer in maximum security eyeballing fresh meat. She tried to do an end-run around Mommy and Daddy to dash down the stairs and into Diana's truck, but we have longer legs. Well, Mommy does.

Self-medicating

Danielle got her first fat lip today, courtesy of, um, Danielle. She was racing along the driveway as usual, then tripped over her adorable little feet and face-planted into the cement. Ouch.

Mary said there was "blood everywhere", and a nasty little piece of skin flap hanging down from where baby girl's bottom teeth had torn into her upper lip.

Mary called me while I was jogging listening to a podcast on my iPhone (which is also an iPod, thank goodness for the double-duty). I hauled butt through the neighborhood back to the house, probably breaking many land speed records and triggering a small sonic boom in my wake (yeah, right), only to find Danielle happy in Mommy's arms up on the porch.

Turns out it looked a lot worse than it was. We put some ice on the boo-boo, and pretty soon, Little Miss Thang was taking charge of that, too.


(I won't tell Mommy than Danielle fell off the two-step baby slide the day before. That'll be our little secret. Wait... doh!)