Looking for a fun hobby? Try applying for jobs in the current economy. In between nudging Ellery away from the dog bowl, staircase and various electrical outlets I spend a good part of the day writing cover letters to Craiglist posters, using words like "maintain", "ability" and "strong professional ethics" (stop laughing, Megan Dugger.)
As fun and emotionally uplifting as that is, I think I'll take a break today and post pictures of Ell instead. As many times as I have heard people say that everything changes when the crawling stars, I still wasn't prepared. This child is not stopped by baby gates, doors, or any other physical barrier I try to create. She's extremely dextrous for a baby; maybe they are all like that, but I had no idea. So I watch her wrap her fat little fingers around the gate to the kitchen, move it just an inch or two away from the wall, and then snake her hand around to grab a fistful of dog food. Then she makes her first mistake- goes silent. If ever there was a warning sign that something is either about to be shoved in her mouth or shredded in her hands it is silence. As soon as she stops the cooing and chatting and heavy breathing I know to rush over and pry her hands open and take her newest treasure away.
Anyway...some photos of a hike that the family attempted at Powell Butte last weekend. It was extremely windy, and after about 30 minutes Ell decided she was done and cried most of the way back. It's rare for her to cry that long, so it was hard to hear, and her little hands were cold and she was just miserable. But once we were cuddling in the warm car she perked up and we had a picnic.
Below is last Sunday at Mt Hood Meadows, when Scott loucked out with a sunny day of skiing.
where are the poor child's mittens?!?!Her pre-school teacher won't think she is very gifted if she can't stack blocks cuz she only has nubbins at the end of her wrists due to severe frostbite in her youth!!
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