my morning jacket

esther margaret sleeps for nearly 13 hours at night. i take no credit for this, she just loves her sleep. other than wiggling out of her swaddle and waking herself, she has never woken up on her own. every morning, i wake her, unwrap her and wait for her to smile. it's just a flash, even a little bashful, and i love it..watch for it at 32 sec (couldn't post the other video, it exceeded the size limit). at 23 sec there's another special morning noise she makes..

rickshaw pusher

esther margaret's favorite part of the day..

out of sorts

my weiner dog just ate a hot dog. that makes me feel weird.

a leg up

em tried something new this weekend, she wore a skirt.

look at those knees.
and look at that face!

fight club

yesterday morning, esther margaret woke up with this self-inflicted scratch, her first wound in life.
so we decided to cut her nails, and jeremy accidentally clipped the skin on her thumb. second wound.
because of that, we were running late and i set a tupperware with hot rice on her knee. an asian chick burns her kid with rice, how cliche. wound three.
it's a tough life. here she is in happier times, with her cousin eating burgers in austin.