We had a great time in Chicago visiting with everyone! On both flights people remarked afterward that they didn't even know there was a baby behind them. Daddy's driving Aunt Colleen's jeep home as I, or my lovely secretary, type. When Mommy flew home with me yesterday, as the plane was landing I started to fuss a bit (for the first time, I might mention) and she joked that I was free to cry all I wanted now that we landed, she was just happy I didn't start an hour before. Everyone around us on the plane laughed and said what a good baby I was.
Anywho, onto the good stuffs.
Me and Aunt Colleen having a morning chat.
Grandpa joined in...
Oopsy baby...I mean daisy. Daddy is giving everyone baby-holding lessons.
The whole family: Uncle Tim, Wrigley, Daddy, Me, Mommy, Aunt Colleen, Uncle Nick, Grandma and Grandpa.
Uncle Tim, Daddy, Mommy, Aunt Colleen, Uncle Nick, and one Cora Jane front and center.
Lest you all think I'm some alien baby who never cries, I wanted to present another Cora Jane. One not seen often, but she makes an appearance. That's okay. Mommy says there's no such thing as a perfect baby. The nearest to perfect is a well-rounded baby. And I'm well rounded to be sure! In more ways than one! Hee hee.
Playing with Uncle Tim.
And Aunt Colleen.
I've started taking a bath in the big girl tub now. No more of that baby bath in a sink stuff for me! I LURVE my bathtime!
On a more serious note, Uncle Tim and I discuss economics.
This is my favorite hat. Thanks Uncle Tim!
Me and Grandpa and Grandma took a walk around the neighborhood. Mom and Dad had hoped to escape the snow for a bit, but no such luck.
Me and Grandma.
Wow, what a kidder, that spider.
My first go at feeding myself. It was a huge, um, success may not be exactly the word. Mess might be more like it. Soon I'm sure I'll figure out the correct side of the spoon to use.
Me and Grandma and Grandpa.
Grandma seeing me off.
Hey buddy, I can peer down at the top of your head now. Look out...
Great to see what a good traveler you are Cora. I am sure you will enjoy riding in Aunt Colleen's Wrangler. It used to "live" in a barn around the corner from me here in Connecticut and now it is all the way to Colorado.
About Me: I'm my Mom's and Dad's kid. Apparently, they've been waiting on me for a while and didn't have the best of luck getting me here. I'm the miracle baby that hung around after my Mom had three miscarriages and then was put on bedrest at five months pregnant for fear she was losing me, too. But, now I'm here and they really dig me. I dig them, too. It's cool.
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Nice hanging with you Cora!
-Uncle Tim