Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Seneca "HEARTS" Trent
Monday, September 24, 2007
Orange you glad I'm walking?
Seneca is stumbling around better than most frat boys on a Saturday night. It's tricky to capture on video because once she sees the camera she is desperate to get her pudgy little hands on it and ends up speed crawling over to me. Someday she'll be as confident at walking as Trent. He had no problem cruising around while sporting Seneca's orange patent leather loafers. You might not see Trent clearly in the videos...but come on, it's all about the shoes.
In other walking news, Sarah (now 5 months pregnant) and I hiked up Burnt Rock this weekend. I know what you're thinking...this is a blog about Seneca, but I'm hoping once you see the beauty of where we live you'll hop in the car/plane/train/bus and join me for the next hike. Anyway, I kinda viewed it as a litness test for my knee. We picked the perfect day to ditch the kids and hit the dirt - blue skies, nice breeze, and perfect temperature. My knee felt/feels great, so I guess all the trekking around I do with Seneca strapped on has really paid off. Bring on the snow; my board is waxed and ready.
Anyway, without further delay videos of Seneca and Trent are here
View from the top of Burnt Rock...VT fall foliage has begun.
Our many attempts at photo together...clearly I'm putting that degree in photography to good use.
Our photos got slightly better when someone was actually holding the camera...it's a dinky little digital, so you never know what you will end up with.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Baby cakes
I love birthdays and I love parties. Admittedly it was extremely difficult to control the Martha in me for Seneca's first party. Overall I did a good job, there was only one moment when I flashed my latent "everything must be perfect" side to my mom when I was baking. I think I recovered gracefully - although you'll have to confirm with her.
Thanks to Nana, Papa, Carole Annie, Unkle Jako, Uncle Donnie, and Aunt Hillary for coming into town. Seneca is a much loved little girl.
Goofin' around with Uncle Donnie
My grandmother (Nanny) knit this sweater for my mom (Nana) when she was in college. Now I wear it all winter long. Nana saw this sweater and couldn't resist buying it for the little muffin head's birthday. I love it. Thanks Nana!
Seneca gets the big smoosh.
Tickle time with Nana.
Hanging out with the Hammond boys.
Apparently Seneca could reach the blueberry container I left on the table.
Jeff, Mike and Sean get their ride on before the big bash...and of course there's Bronte waiting for someone to toss a ball.
Seneca flashing her thunder thighs while she struts her stuff for Nana and Papa.
The cake; sadly I didn't have time to fancy it up with frosting.
Cupcakes - for those late night snackers...
Nana teaches Seneca the proper way to drink out of a pint class...
Gettin' some love time with Janice.
Proof that Uncle Donnie reads this blog - he brought Seneca beer.
Chatting up Carole Annie
All this attention can really tucker a girl out.
Thanks to Nana, Papa, Carole Annie, Unkle Jako, Uncle Donnie, and Aunt Hillary for coming into town. Seneca is a much loved little girl.
Goofin' around with Uncle Donnie
My grandmother (Nanny) knit this sweater for my mom (Nana) when she was in college. Now I wear it all winter long. Nana saw this sweater and couldn't resist buying it for the little muffin head's birthday. I love it. Thanks Nana!
Seneca gets the big smoosh.
Tickle time with Nana.
Hanging out with the Hammond boys.
Apparently Seneca could reach the blueberry container I left on the table.
Jeff, Mike and Sean get their ride on before the big bash...and of course there's Bronte waiting for someone to toss a ball.
Seneca flashing her thunder thighs while she struts her stuff for Nana and Papa.
The cake; sadly I didn't have time to fancy it up with frosting.
Cupcakes - for those late night snackers...
Nana teaches Seneca the proper way to drink out of a pint class...
Gettin' some love time with Janice.
Proof that Uncle Donnie reads this blog - he brought Seneca beer.
Chatting up Carole Annie
All this attention can really tucker a girl out.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Off the sauce
Seneca had her 1 year appointment today and all is well. Her motor and verbal skills are on par; she weighs 20 pounds (that's on the lighter side); she's 29 1/2 inches (that's on the longer side); she has a big mellon (that's from Jeff's side - kidding). So now that she's a 20 pound love bug she's able to face forward in the car seat - wahoo. I'm sure it gets lonely back there staring out the window. I made a promise to myself that I'd nurse her until she turned 1; however I think she has a different timeline in mind. This morning at her 5:30 am wake-up call she wanted NOTHING to do with the bottle...oh well, tomorrow we'll give it another go.Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Today is Seneca's 1st birthday; send her beer.
Can you believe this little pork chop turns 1 today? She's had a wild year. Between traveling up and down the east coast and moving to a new state, she's done more in 1 year than a lot of people do in 10. She's become the best alarm clock in the world to wake up to. Almost every morning she hangs out in her crib and chit chats to all her little friends; it's a special thing to lay there and listen to all her story telling. I love her.
Seneca hangin' out with Carole Annie in NH
Apparently I’m a slacker at blogging since I’ve been receiving a bunch of flack from folks that there are “no new photos” of Miss Seneca Maeve. Here’s what’s been goin’ down the past few months – hopefully this will satisfy y’all. If not, get up here, visit and then type up your own re-cap.
Seneca is a little monkey head. She likes – no make that – LOVES to eat…a lot. Blueberries, peaches, bananas, asparagus, scrambled egg w/cilantro, cottage cheese w/cinnamon, cheddar cheese, fruit smoothies, macaroni, veggie burgers, burritos, pancakes, fig newtons, waffles, banana bread, and Jeff’s special oatmeal concoction. She makes the best smacking sounds when she's munching on food and her cheeks get all big and squishy like the stay puff marshmallow guy. In the rare instance she doesn’t like something she spits it out and throws it onto the floor where Bronte is patiently waits with her mouth wide open. She crawls everywhere and onto everything – I’ve posted videos of her so you can witness her in action.
Hmmm..what else…Oh, I made the mistake of cutting her hair (which you'll notice in the videos). Really it was an effort to avoid food ending up in her hair and create some sort of crazy goo paste - once oatmeal has a chance to set you're in some serious trouble. Anyway, clearly I made the right decision by not attending beauty school – I’ve since let the bangs grow out and just plop her in the shower a lot more. Also, she’s become quite the talker – always pointing and saying things like blah blah blah – a goo. She’s likely saying something terribly funny with explicatives sprinkled throughout. After all she is Charlie Morrison’s granddaughter and Don Morrison’s niece; therefore she MUST have a wicked sense of humor. She’s rediscovered her bouncy jolly jumper thing and is developing quite the leap – her Aunt CA is very proud…she’s becoming a tiny dancer. And, now I’m not exaggerating here, she’s a singer, or at least musical…totally Whittingham all the way.
This past weekend Jeff headed down to Virginia for the final 100 mile race in the series and arranged for some “Elite” babysitters to come for the weekend and help me out with Seneca. If you’re in Boston and looking for some reliable child care contact Jon Bruno at Independent Fabrication (aka IF, I Fab, Indie Fab). He’ll put you in touch with the guys from the road team who stayed over the weekend to participate in the Green Mountain Stage Race. I have to admit, it was a little intimidating to be in the company of men whose legs were shaved smoother than mine; razor envy aside, the moment they walked in the door it was fun fun fun for her – Stan jumped right in and played stacking games (completely unphased by her diaper overflowing), Jon played peek-a-boo, Adam spotted her while she climbed all over the couch, Emilie hooked her up with splash time, and Greg seranaded her with some new “lullabies”.
Seneca trying on some I Fab Fashion.
Seneca hangin' out with Carole Annie in NH
Apparently I’m a slacker at blogging since I’ve been receiving a bunch of flack from folks that there are “no new photos” of Miss Seneca Maeve. Here’s what’s been goin’ down the past few months – hopefully this will satisfy y’all. If not, get up here, visit and then type up your own re-cap.
Seneca is a little monkey head. She likes – no make that – LOVES to eat…a lot. Blueberries, peaches, bananas, asparagus, scrambled egg w/cilantro, cottage cheese w/cinnamon, cheddar cheese, fruit smoothies, macaroni, veggie burgers, burritos, pancakes, fig newtons, waffles, banana bread, and Jeff’s special oatmeal concoction. She makes the best smacking sounds when she's munching on food and her cheeks get all big and squishy like the stay puff marshmallow guy. In the rare instance she doesn’t like something she spits it out and throws it onto the floor where Bronte is patiently waits with her mouth wide open. She crawls everywhere and onto everything – I’ve posted videos of her so you can witness her in action.
Hmmm..what else…Oh, I made the mistake of cutting her hair (which you'll notice in the videos). Really it was an effort to avoid food ending up in her hair and create some sort of crazy goo paste - once oatmeal has a chance to set you're in some serious trouble. Anyway, clearly I made the right decision by not attending beauty school – I’ve since let the bangs grow out and just plop her in the shower a lot more. Also, she’s become quite the talker – always pointing and saying things like blah blah blah – a goo. She’s likely saying something terribly funny with explicatives sprinkled throughout. After all she is Charlie Morrison’s granddaughter and Don Morrison’s niece; therefore she MUST have a wicked sense of humor. She’s rediscovered her bouncy jolly jumper thing and is developing quite the leap – her Aunt CA is very proud…she’s becoming a tiny dancer. And, now I’m not exaggerating here, she’s a singer, or at least musical…totally Whittingham all the way.
This past weekend Jeff headed down to Virginia for the final 100 mile race in the series and arranged for some “Elite” babysitters to come for the weekend and help me out with Seneca. If you’re in Boston and looking for some reliable child care contact Jon Bruno at Independent Fabrication (aka IF, I Fab, Indie Fab). He’ll put you in touch with the guys from the road team who stayed over the weekend to participate in the Green Mountain Stage Race. I have to admit, it was a little intimidating to be in the company of men whose legs were shaved smoother than mine; razor envy aside, the moment they walked in the door it was fun fun fun for her – Stan jumped right in and played stacking games (completely unphased by her diaper overflowing), Jon played peek-a-boo, Adam spotted her while she climbed all over the couch, Emilie hooked her up with splash time, and Greg seranaded her with some new “lullabies”.
Seneca trying on some I Fab Fashion.
