Sunday, July 29, 2012

The long, hot summer

Thought I'd share some lovely moments from the past couple weeks.  l.ast Saturday Matt took Annie into his parents' pond.  They swear she liked it, but I don't think she was terribly pleased.  She's a lady, though, and handled the whole ordeal with steel-faced grace.

And below are some photos (and video) of Annie during her evening diaper changes.  What a little spitfire.

I have been feeling good this month.  During the July 4th holiday I found out I was super low on vitamin B12, D, and iron.  My doctor prescribed weekly B12 shots, a daily iron supplement, and lots of good ol' vitamin D weekly (100,000 units!).  Lo and behold, the past three weeks I haven't contracted a cold, or, jeez, another bout of pink eye or Hand, Foot, and Mouth (yes, that really happened) and my Crohn's is chugging along with any additional hiccups.

And last, but certainly not least, today is Matt's birthday.  He is 30 and not happy about it.  I told him to look at all we've went through in our twenties, and look at all the joy we've cultivated and the life we've built.  That boy ain't buyin' it though, and is still mumbling about how "old" he is.  Lord help me when he finds his first grey hairs.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Busy beach days

This past week was Annie's first jaunt to the beach.  We were wary: heat, salt water and sand doesn't sound like a winning combination when you have a "I know what I want!" type of infant.  And I was getting over yet another cold.  But sometimes things just come together swimmingly: Annie surprised us and was utterly delightful, and I kept my cold at bay to enjoy our time at the shore.

Every summer Matt's extended family visits the little Victorian hamlet of Ocean Grove, NJ, and I know how wonderful it's been to be included in on their little traditions: dinners on the beach, bikes to breakfast, an annual cheese and baguette fest on the oceanfront hotel's upper balcony, walks to nearby Asbury Park, and of course the daily pilgrimage (just across the street) to the beach.  She's one lucky girl to partake in, and continue on, these traditions.

All dolled up for the beach!

Annie touching a baby crab, presented by Matt's cousin Rob.

Ever on the balcony: the scene of many breakfasts and chats.  Here's Annie and Matt before the annual cheese fest.

Father and daughter.

Matt and Annie perpetually goofing around.

David, Annie's "Poppy Hoppy" introducing her to the water.

I think she prefers to be held.

Me and Annie under the umbrella.

Annie on her "Granny Nanny"'s lap.  

I will say she did enjoy sitting on the blankets and playing!

Just had to include this because of that smile!  This is a new expression.
(She was also continuously pursing her lips together like a duck, but unfortunately didn't get to capture that.)

Forever interested in the camera.

Matt and Annie.
This was her very first foray into the water.  She cried shortly after this photo was taken.

One of the most memorable moments of the trip.
This is Matt's grandmother, Gram, her husband, Cliff, and Matt.
Cliff was trepidatious in going into the ocean, so Matt and Gram held his hands as they took to the surf.

Everyone came back down to the beach for dinner, later in the evening.
This is Annie partaking in her own meal by the surf.

Several members of Matt's family as we ready for another nighttime meal on the beach.
(That's Matt looking creepy in the lower right-hand corner.)