Beer Belly, New Car Seat, Sunny Days

Man, I think Lucy needs to lay off the booze. She's got quite the beer gut. It kind of just hangs over the waistband of her elastic pants. Charles and I need to stage an intervention. Maybe we'll do it on A&E's Intervention show. That way she won't be able to talk her way out of it. Seriously, look at that face. If she told me to eat mud, I probably would.



Lucy was getting way too big for her infant seat. So, Sunday Charles and I decided to go ahead and get her a convertible. It was rated high by Consumer Reports AND is cute to boot. At first she was sad to say goodbye to the ride she's had the last seven and a half months, but...

when she saw how much cuter and more comfortable this new one is, she changed her tune.

Monday and Tuesday we met friends at a couple of local parks. Lucy decided to take full advantage of the warm sunny weather by wearing her cha-cha halter. Don't worry she wore SPF 50 on both days.
"Blinded by the Sun" Baby...

"Tickled Pink" Baby...

Serious Baby...

Mouthy Baby...

"Just Got Caught with her Hand in the Cookie Jar" Baby...

Worried Baby...

Posh Baby...

Tuesday, after a long afternoon with friends, jungle gyms, and long walks, Lucy decided to "catch some rays" while napping. As little as Goose naps/sleeps/rests, Mom is just way too paranoid about sunburns. We packed up shortly thereafter and made the trek home. We've had a such a good time with friends these last two days.