New Favorites

I've already addressed the fact that my mother-in-law has an awesome camera and a serious eye for candid moments. Yesterday I downloaded (uploaded?) a CD she sent to me that had all of the pictures she had taken the weekend she was here for Cecily's birth. There were so many and they are so huge and high quality that it took almost a 1/2 an hour just having them sent to folders on my computer. But it was worth the wait because I found some new gems I would like to share that I haven't already posted. (although this one will always be my most favoritest).

On the 6th of December (the Saturday before Cecily's birth on the 8th), I'd been asked to put together a program for the Stake High Council Christmas Social. I had, of course, forced my husband into the thing to be a shepherd. This is him, while we wait in the Primary Room, thinking he's so clever as the Emperor from Star Wars.


And this is me, trying to make sure he's aware that I don't think he's clever at all... and I'm obviously GINORMOUS!!!


My beautiful little Cecily, only a few hours old, in an incubator in the nursery due to some cesarean-induced breathing problems.
She's so perfect!


I love this picture of my dad with his two granddaughters! He's always teasing Malia, just as he always teased me. This is also one of the only shots of my dad actually looking comfortable holding a newborn (even though he held us 5 kids and his 6 grandkids). LOL.


Contented Daddy.


Close-up of the pretty baby catching some must-needed Zs after being traumatized by being pulled from a warm, dark, quiet womb into the light, cold, chaotic, mortal world.


An Eskimo kiss from big sister.


First night home from the hospital. First complete family picture.

Erin go braugh!

Ok - so I'm so not Irish. I'm not even Scottish. The most "ish" I am is Dutch.... er, well, yeah. Dave's got 25% Italian in him, so St. Paddy's doesn't have much going for it in our house. I mean, we don' even drink, so...

BUT, having a 3-year-old has made every holiday important. Whenever we go to Target and she sees the decorations for the next holiday hanging from the ceiling, she fires a round of questions my way and then anticipates the holiday by asking about it every morning until it comes. So I dressed the girls up in green and will be making cupcakes with green frosting. I will NOT, however, be teaching Malia anything about pinching. That'll have to wait until grade school when someone else's brat informs her of such.

Here's a little movie of Cecily. Don't mind the puking at the end. It's not Cecily if she isn't puking... just sayin'.

Emptying My Phone

The other day, David finally figured out how to get pictures off of my phone without me having to e-mail them to myself (we have to pay extra for text messages, and that counts as text messaging). I have to share these. Basically, whenever Malia and I were out & about and I didn't have my camera, but felt that there was a "Kodak-worthy" moment, I'd pull out my cell and take a picture. So, they're obviously terrible quality, but I love them, just the same.

This is the first picture I ever took on my cell. She wasn't quite walking on her own, yet. We're lucky to get her to hold our hands now. This is also a rare sighting of Daddy on a shopping trip to Target with us. It does happen... it's rare... but it happens.

Malia has been hamming it up for the camera since the beginning. We were at Old Navy and she tried on about 10 different pairs of "seh-sehs a Mama" (glasses like Mommy).

First successful spoon attempt. Back when she actually used to eat veggies.

Taking a walk around the Disneyland Hotels. Isn't she the freaking cutest kid EVER?!!

St. Patty's Day 2007.

Her first ride on the teacups was an indisputable success.

Her first fireworks viewing ever. 4th of July 2007. Fullerton, CA.

Daddy/daughter footprints on the beach in San Diego. 2007.

If my genetics have anything to do with it, she will be too clumsy to be a "boarder." But she sure-as-heck looks adorable modeling the gear.


Riding an elephant by herself!


At Huntington Beach with a mermaid tail... too bad you can't really see the tail...


Playing the washboard at Disney's CA Adventure with a band while the others go on Grizzly Rapids (Malia was too little and Mommy was too pregnant to go).

And I have to throw this in, too (I don't even remembering taking this... in fact, I had forgotten my phone even takes videos)!

She is growing up far too fast! Looking at these reminds me that she is not even close to being a baby anymore... which is a good thing now that I have another. But it still makes the bitter of the bittersweet just a little more obvious once in a while.

Tomorrow she'll be borrowing the keys to the car and studying for the SATs!