Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Since she's already mastered reading...

When Tess woke up from her nap today, she was rather upset to see my face hovering over the crib and not her mother's. To calm her down, I decided to let her play on my computer. She's pretty much obsessed with anything that has a screen...or has colors...or is plastic...or is her mom...or isn't not her mom.


Here she is doing a little programming. And again, I don't mean to brag or anything, but she's basically a genius. I know some of you might not be all that impressed by computer programming since companies like Intuit basically hire monkeys off the street to do their programming...but you're wrong. It's pretty amazing stuff, especially from a 6 month old. I asked her what she was working on, but when she gets in the zone, she only answers in binary. So I have no idea what she was saying.



Binary sounds like screaming.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Where's Waldo?..

Since Tess is so cute, women constantly tell us that they want to just eat her up! Well, we will have none of that. No one, and I mean no one, will be eating our baby up! Not without our permission at least. So, we developed a plan to foil would be baby munchers...baby camouflage. We sleep a lot better at night knowing Tess blends in perfectly with her baby blanket, making her virtually invisible to any crazed baby hungry psychos.


We're still working on getting some matching pants.

Actually, Jaime took this picture to document one of Tessa's coping mechanisms. Before Ferberization, Tess really only liked to fall asleep with her face firmly snuzzled into Jaime's arm. Now, to help herself fall asleep, we assume she flails around until she can grab the corner of her blanket to pull it in close to her face so that she has something there to soothe her.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Pull-ups...

No. Not the underwears. The exercise. Tess has started to develop a stomach a little too reminiscent of her father's, so we've started to get her to do some exercizing. Her favorite is doing pull-ups on the bouncey chair:


Oh yeah. Feelin the burn.