This is not a travel blog. We have been doing some stuff at home. Here are Ivy (left) and Creston (right) palling around. It's been so hot, they rarely wear clothes. They're cuter naked anyway!
Ivy has turned into a gymnast. She loves to hang out by herself, and she can roll everywhere, so we have to keep an eye on her. She is particularly keen on Sammy, our dog, and yearns to get a grip on an ear or tail. Luckily, Sammy is quite sweet on Ivy, too. They are often found together, like this.
Creston likes to be held, no question about it. He can entertain himself for about 10 minutes, and then he wants some real attention. His Mama is perhaps more willing to oblige than she should be. But he's so cuddly, it's hard to resist.
We caved and bought this crazy hunk of bright plastic. Ivy and Creston love it, we have to admit. Here's Ivy on Day 1, she can hardly believe her good fortune.
Creston has discovered his toes.
Creston and Ivy still sleep in Moses baskets in our bedroom because the prospect of trudging down the hall multiple times a night isn't very attractive. But they are quickly outgrowing their baskets, so we are getting their room in order. Chris is painting a mural. We'll show you the finished product when we get there.
We have started to think about packing for San Francisco (maybe this is a travel blog). We head there in a week, for Steph and Emile's wedding. We heard it's been really cold there recently, so we pulled out some cool-weather duds to try on. The hats that Aunt Karin knit, which used to seem so big back in March, fit perfectly. Ivy likes hers. And she likes Sammy.
Erika goes back to work on September 2nd and Pops will be in charge on the home front. Let the countdown begin.
Erika goes back to work on September 2nd and Pops will be in charge on the home front. Let the countdown begin.
