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I don't have much to add this week to the log of Annie's life. She's been doing great lately, and we've been having a lot of fun with her. We're gearing up for our move so you'll forgive me if I fall off the planet every now and again whilst plans are being made and schedules tightened. I did have to post these photos, however, taken post-bath a few nights ago. They pretty much capture Annie's sense of curiosity and her wry sense of humor. I'm sure it will be only a matter of weeks before she's pulling my leg left and right ... on purpose.
Annie had the benefit of an extended Easter celebration. Read: Lots and lots of candy inside plastic eggs. On Thursday she partook in her preschool's Easter egg hunt, then Friday, our mother's group had their egg hunt (above), and of course today, she got her Easter basket from the Easter Bunny. I don't think she'll ever come down from the sugar high. I have to give a shout out to one of my best friends, Ariel (whom I competed against during many an Easter Egg hunt when we were little) for the adorable Easter dress Annie sported on Friday. Annie was an egg-hunting fiend, we actually had to stop her to leave some for her friends to find. Whilst hunting it took a little encouragement to get her to refrain from opening each egg as she found it. What I found amusing was how she immediately learned to shake the egg next to her ear to make sure it wasn't a dud. That's my girl. I'll put a few videos below capturing her egg-citement (sorry, couldn't resist) this weekend. Happy Easter, everyone. Hopefully Annie's sugar crash will result in a nap. One can only dream.
This first post of Annie's Easter escapades really doesn't have that much to do with Annie, per se. I just wanted to show off Jay's brilliant natural egg dying technique. He saw this when we had Easter dinner with some friends when we lived in Durham, one of whom is Romanian and used to do this as a kid. You take white eggs, put them in a sleeve of cut up pantyhose and tie both ends as tight as possible to the parsley or other herbs you also stuck in with the egg, so that they are pushed up as close as possible to the egg's surface. Then you boil them for about 10 minutes with a lot of skins from red onions and voila! Here are the results. We hope in the future Annie will want to take a more active role in their creation, but for now, she was fine just checking in on Papa's progress every now and again and deciding she was craving a scrambled egg.
We did these for Annie's moms' group's egg hunt gathering we had today. Annie was a champion hunter and there's more about that and I'm sure more Easter fun (as the actual day arrives) coming soon!
I feel horrible for being out of the blogosphere for so long. What's even sadder is the video I am posting (which is long, I apologize) was taken pre-haircut, a haircut that Annie got like 2 weeks ago (very cute dutchboy). I'm horrible. Hopefully the cuteness of this video will offset my lapse in posting. In all fairness, my freelance gig has sped up a bit recently so my free time (I say that with huge air quotes) is spent doing work I actually get paid for.
We got the book Lentil from the library recently which Annie adored. What was even cooler was that Papa whipped out his harmonica as soon as he got home from work. Annie was immediately drawn, even if she at first treated it like a kazoo and was singing whilst blowing into it. But she soon got the hang of it and brought me along for accompaniment. I think we could be big. Annie just has that stage presence that pulls an audience in, don't you think? Just think, you could say, you knew us when...
In other news, Annie is becoming quite the social butterfly (the fifth time you meet her, up until then, you'd swear she was a mute). In our mom's group, I've noticed she LOVES playing with the boys. Her favorite boy as of late is Brayden (pictured left). I think he looks like a young Joey from Friends. I'll let the similarity stop there in my mind. She's starting to get the flirting thing down, which is scaring me. Especially since she's still using the pronoun "you" to refer to herself, so I can just see her saying "You are cute," to some unsuspecting kid, when really, she's referring to herself (she does think she's pretty cute). She also continues to enjoy the written word and sometimes, in those rare moments of silence, when I seek her out in the apartment, she's more often than not curled up with a book and pretending to read. She starts every page, "One day..." Breaks my heart every time.
I don't have much to add this week to the log of Annie's life. She's been doing great lately, and we've been having a lot of fun with her. We're gearing up for our move so you'll forgive me if I fall off the planet every now and again whilst plans are being made and schedules tightened. I did have to post these photos, however, taken post-bath a few nights ago. They pretty much capture Annie's sense of curiosity and her wry sense of humor. I'm sure it will be only a matter of weeks before she's pulling my leg left and right ... on purpose.
