Go Mariners!

It was opening day yesterday, and Libby was in the spirit! We had an opening day party with Reid, Mad, and their respective parents. It was a blast. We did more eating than watching.

Libby Sippy?

Nope, she doesn't seem to get the sippy cup still.

Slacker?

Well, Tuesday to Saturday is a big break in the blog--especially for one as diligent as I have been. I have only one excuse. Libby is going to have a "sibby". Or in other words, I am slogging through the tiredness of my 1st trimester with our #2. We are so excited! I can't wait...But, somehow running for the camera seems a titch more effort that it is worth at times now. But don't worry, I am already 11 weeks. 2nd trimester here I come!

Libby Lovin' Books

Here Libby is trying desparately to get a book mark out of my Prague book. Notice that there are no longer any other books on the shelf. This was where I kept the scrapbooks. I think it is hilarious that the first time she got the scrapbooks out, she went directly to the one that was about her arrival. She pulled the page from the page protector that was a printout of my pregnancy test results (yes from Epic Dave!). She nibbled all over it before Derek could rinse the bread dough off his hands and rescue it. Anyway, the scrapbooks now have a new home on top of the dresser.

Travelling Libby

Here is Libby trying to crawl into daddy's suitcase. She sure wanted to go with him to VA Beach for the wrestling national tournament....at least if getting into the suitcase was any indication. She spent about an hour (spaced out in different intervals) trying to get in. Never did. I am relieved, because I would have really missed her!

Libby Pulls Herself UP!

When Libby pulls up she rolls over her toes. It is so cute and funny. She loves pulling herself up on just about everything now. She still can't get down though. So after a few minutes of looking like she is the coolest ever, she starts to get a panicked look on her face and starts trying to reach toward the floor to see if she can get back down. After that she starts making cute whining noises until I rescue her. Unless, that is, she reaches too far back in trying to see if she can get down on her own and falls.

It Finally Happened!

Libby bit my finger, and yes, I felt a tooth! For real this time! She has been a bit grumpy, but not too bad. I think the pickle she ate at Easter dinner yesterday had more of a negative impact than the tooth...but you never can tell :)