Deep breath.
Blogging? Seriously, is that worth stressing over? I've decided, no it's not. I've got plenty of other really good things to waste my energy stressing over. And so (not that you can tell from this post) we're taking fewer pictures of Beatrice. She has responded to this by taking one of our old cameras, holding it up to her face, pointing it at us, and yelling, "CHEEEEEEEESSSSSSSEEEEE!" a few times a day.
The weather has also finally cooperated and we had enough fog for a few days to drive the fire back to 70% contained. Now that we're (hopefully) in the clear, I thought I'd post the incredibly frightening pictures from some of the worst days of the fire. This is the view from our house.
So...what's new? Tons, everyday. Beatrice still love backpacks...
And she is trying her best to hop hop...(here in her froggy shoes). She can also say 'jeans' now, and enjoys dressing like Mommy & Daddy.
And she is saying so much more now. Of course I can't remember what exactly, but every hour there seems to be a new word. Perhaps it is because she has taken up 'weeding' again?
And she is saying so much more now. Of course I can't remember what exactly, but every hour there seems to be a new word. Perhaps it is because she has taken up 'weeding' again?
Beatrice also built her first tower of blocks all by herself. Her Daddy was so proud!
And we've started reading ('weeding') about potties. We're not trying to toilet train Beatrice yet, but the concept is tantilizing...
The weather has also finally cooperated and we had enough fog for a few days to drive the fire back to 70% contained. Now that we're (hopefully) in the clear, I thought I'd post the incredibly frightening pictures from some of the worst days of the fire. This is the view from our house.
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You guys look great! How old is Bea now?
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