LOOK WHO'S WALKING

It has been very busy around here! We've had VIP's visiting, Vanessa on the loose, and a couple of major events to celebrate. Amidst it all, Nanners started walking, although it looks more like baby frankensteining. It's adorable. What got her on her feet? She saw Daddy pull out the Baby Bjorn.

Uncle Bobby and Auntie Cindy came to visit from Nashville. They brought Granny Ernestine and we all thought it would be fun to introduce Baby Nessa to that jolly old elf, Santa. She didn't like that.

The poor dear had blown out her diaper in the 10 minute ride from our house to downtown. It was so bad we had to strip her to her birthday suit to change her - in the back of the car in the parking garage, in the dark. Vanessa cried the whole time; it was very cold and, well, embarrassing. She didn't mind that the emergency garb we had on hand were stripes and spots. See her here, letting Santa know she wants to get off his lap.

Once Vanners was snugly back in the Baby Bjorn on her Daddy's chest, she was happy as a lark the rest of the night as we hit the Farmer's Market. In fact, she gave her Nashville fans quite a tour around for a few days...

Vanners also showed them a thing or two at home, like how to explore low, unsecured places. You should see her in the pantry cupboard, and under the bathroom sink.

The fun continued when Uncle Jimmy, Auntie Susan and cousin Julia joined us on the weekend. Woo hoo! Nanners - ever the party girl - didn't stop for a minute. We had fun flying Uncle Bobby's kite on the beach, eating crepes with Uncle Jimmy, and beachcombing. Is that a verb?

All that food, fun, frolic and sand made for one dirty little baby girl. She loves the water, but was admittedly a bit tuckered out after everyone left. She played with her ducks (she calls them by name) and then hit the wall. The poor dear.