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we're eating well.

and when you do talk, you'll be talking to me

this video will not be interesting to most of you because nothing happens. just some smiling and cooing..but she doesn't do it a lot yet, so i wanted to capture it. if you haven't yet heard her voice, it's pretty cute.

in the closet

some of you have asked how esther margaret is doing at the store. we struggled for a bit and then found a great solution..

the pied pipecleaner

if you haven't seen this little nugget in a while, here she is.
i am very confused as to how e.m. gets dirty finger nails. if i put her in the flowerbeds to feed her or if we had pet pigs or she even used her hands at all, i would understand. but she doesn't. nary a finger even goes near her mouth. the only parts this kid actively uses are her mouth and her booty.
even in her toenails are grungy. sad and sick.
*yd get my camera out of panoramic mode please.

say chez

e.m. is two months old. still does mostly this. i feel like i should cut a hole in her boppy to hold a can of bud light.
two month stats:
23.75 in long - 90th percentile
12.7 lbs - 90th percentile
38.5 cm head circumference - 50th percentile

the nurse measured her head twice because she thought she made a mistake because it grew so much. after she was weighed, the term "big girl" was thrown around. meh. she did not love immunization shots.

meanwhile..

evan still does mostly this. we met at salt lick in austin for lunch on labor day. he's still so cute that i can't look at him for long periods of time.
we're smiling! jse entertains her the most, but i can usually get a smile or two.
jse thinks this outfit looks a bit jihad-chic.
..possibly even resembling what may have been the burial clothes of osama bin laden. on that note, yd has threatened to water board e.m. with milk next time she refuses to take a bottle from him.
and another but last terrorist/violence related note, jse surprised me on saturday with a gift, a ruger 10/22 rifle. every guy i have told gets a glossy, sentimental look on his face. jse said it was the first gun he ever fired. it is my first too. i sort of look androgynous or at least like i really love softball. meh.
we promptly went to a shooting range (sans baby girl) where i almost had a psychological meltdown, and then i fired a gun for the first time ever. i wanted to get a photo of me shooting at the range but everyone seemed very serious and i didn't want to be "that girl". this is my sheet which jse posted on the refrigerator.
i don't love guns but think it's good to know how to shoot one.

rock and sushi roll

for my dad's birthday a few weeks ago, we went to mikado in austin to eat sushi. it was esther margaret's first trip out of town and she did great.
evan was still not a huge fan of em, especially when it meant that his mom's attention was diverted away from him. they have since worked through their differences.

tapping out

jse (hornfrog) and i (bear) went to the baylor v tcu game last night. we had great seats, the temperature was sweltering and the game was very exciting. esther margaret missed the action, she is not immunized yet and anyway, she does not love funnel cake. i hadn't been to a football game in a long time, and consequently noticed things i didn't take the time to notice before. like the variety of ways to wear team colors, the chants and the food.

and also common to many sporting events, t-shirts are thrown into the crowd.
i have never lunged for one but i've never been a hanes beefy tee kind of gal (maybe a phase). i thought about what i would jump/lunge/punch/brawl with someone for.

1. esther margaret. if my child were being thrown into the crowd, i would, indeed, lunge/maim/kill, to be the one to catch her. unless it was jeremy. (i know it goes without saying, but had to say it. like at youth church camp of what you would choose if you could only keep one tangible possession for the rest of your life. the bible. or your hero. jesus. or your favorite part of the day. prayer. in college this stays exactly the same but you preface with "i know this sounds really cheesy, but..")
2. the love bracelet from cartier. would lunge for the platinum/white gold, punch someone (hard) for the yellow gold and brawl for the rose gold.
3. any first edition books or lectures by jane austen, rw emerson or ernest hemingway (or jack kerouac. jk. whatever. do i look a hipster?)

4. this rick owens shearling jacket from fall 2004. if the dress was included i would consider doing something harsh enough to be put in jail for a few days.

5. gold coins