Another Trip to the Beach.. and a little of American's Favorite Pass Time...

******UPDATED******Just pics today, folks. I'll prob update with thrilling stories a little later.

She's becoming quite the beach bum... our little beaut!

YES! One of us both paying attention and smiling. A rare sight, indeed

Running towards each other.... slow motion... music playing...

The water is freezing... just a toe will do.

Pure Calvin and Hobbs face. She was charging towards the water so hard I could barely contain her.

More sand eating. Seriously? So annoying.

Went to the A's vs Giants game last night. Leah was thrilled for the first half with all of the new sights and sounds. Then overstimulation kicked in and she zonked out for the rest.

Sam explained each "going on" of the game as if Leah was hanging on every word. 

Every time I looked at her she was making this face at the people behind us.

Nothin' like a good ball game!

**********A few more for the road************

 Ahh.... the inhibitions of baby-hood. Leah relishes any and all chances to be free as a bird.

Whenever in "the buff" she does the funny little march captured here... back straight, arms out, left, left, left, right, left.

She was particularly delighted to be in front of the camera this day....

Can I'va hug?

That's actually a little cardboard roll she was dutifully gnawing to pieces.

Orange creamsicle! 

A Lil' Family Outing...

S000... Sam and I ventured to the zoo on Saturday. Not that Leah cared much, the trip was mostly for the two of us. Whenever I go to the zoo I get super hyped up about it and I always end up convincing myself that my last visit was way cooler than it was.  

Anyway, as we meandered from exhibit to exhibit I started musing about my many trips to various zoos across the country and it occurred to me that my experiences have, for the most part, all been very similar... I'd spend 5 hours walking around in the blazing sun only to have every third exhibit displaying a cutesy little sign, written in first person by the animal no less, saying his "home" was "under construction." Then, about half of the ones that weren't under construction didn't have anything in them at all. Of course, there's still a sign telling you all about the exotic animal that supposedly lives in the enclosure, so you and every buffoon in the park stand there for 15 minutes staring blankly, only to walk away with the same conclusion, "well, the animal must be hiding... or maybe sleeping inside." Yeah. Turns out the zoo keepers are all just kicking back behind the one way glass, watching all the tards staring hopefully at the bushes and shrubbery, fanning themselves with the $30 I just dropped to get in. 

Of course, every once in a while you do run across an actual live animal but it's something lame like a gazelle or ostrich that just stands there, frozen in fear because, well, you might be planning on attacking it. Bottom line, at the end of the day all you've seen is the equivalent of an African barn yard... which is pretty much the same as the ones we've got here, except everything has bigger horns and looks all mangy and emaciated. 

After all of that, you may think I hated our trip to the zoo... but you'd be wrong. I actually had a great time with my little family!  Which is why we'll be visiting again next weekend... 

I realized after we got to the zoo that the turkey sub and I were matching. Although I have to say Leah rocked the outfit a little bit better... a little bit.

Sam and Leah... not matching, but nicely coordinated... I love them.

We attempted three times to take a suitable family photo...

Leah was having none of it....

So we gave up....

The very best part of the trip was the petting zoo. Leah was dubbed the "sheep whisperer" by all in attendance. 

You can see me standing close by, minding my own business. What you didn't know is this pic was taken just as that goat was turning to attack me. Stupid one-horned goat. I'll kill you.

We took an impromptu trip to the beach after the zoo. It was a beautiful day, indeed.

Leah thinks she's so cool in her sunglasses. Sam does too, for that matter...

Leah was so enamored with the sand that I couldn't get her to look up at me once for a photo.. regardless of the hulaballoo I was making to get her attention. I felt a little sheepish as I realized I was high pitched screaming her name no more than two feet from her face... to no avail. 

Sam had to hold Leah hostage because every time either of her hands got free she would thrust herself forward, grab a handful of sand and stuff it into her mouth. If you look closely you can see sand remnants around her mouth. What a fatty. Our fun day at the beach was short lived for the sake of her digestive system. 

Just enjoying the view. I didn't get many cute pics because our camera died like five minutes after we got there. I was so bummed. One thing that was left undocumented was a huge dead seal beached about 100 feet away. So gross, yet so fascinating. 

Yay for a day well spent!

Happy Birthday, Little Girl

Dear Leah Mae, 

On May 11th, 2008, your dad, Grammy and I were at the Oakland temple when I started to feel a strange aching in my right leg. You were 1 day overdue and I was LARGE... as your Aunty Bethany put it, "I was no small kitten." It was a beautiful mother's day so I wasn't too concerned that a day of walking around had caused some new aches and pains. We went home to our apartment in Walnut Creek and settled into a game of rummicub when the aching in my leg intensified. When Grammy's leg massage didn't ease the pain, I called my doctor. She immediately told me I needed to come in. I remember feeling a wave of panic upon hearing the concern in my doctor's voice. Grammy was very excited when I looked at her with tears in my eyes and told her we had to go. Your dad turned white, but in true daddy form, remained calm, kissed me on the head and said, "let's go baby." 

The drive into the city was quiet, with an occasional shout of excitement from Grammy. When we checked in to the hospital I had to get an ultrasound on my leg to make sure I didn't have a blood clot. The ultrasound tech told me I had "beautiful veins" and that everything was fine. I was elated when my doctor told me, "everything is great with your leg but there's no need to send you home, I'd rather deliver this baby!" I can't even describe the tender feelings that overwhelmed me as I pictured seeing your face for the first time so soon. Your dad and I shed many tears that night as we waited for you. 

You were born at 6:09AM on May 12th, 2008 at UCSF. You had the most beautiful little face I've ever seen and a head full of dark hair. You won't understand until you hold my grandbabies in your arms how overwhelmingly happy, scared, protective and in love I felt the first time I held you. I kept imagining you leaving Heavenly Father to come down to me, and how much He must have already missed you. I felt so unequal to the task of being your mother. You were so divine, so close to Heaven. 

You have been such a good girl this year. You bring joy to everyone who sees you. I have never met such a bubbly, outgoing baby. You make me burst with joy every day and your dad's eyes light up whenever he's watching you. Only you. I love you more than I can say. Happy Birthday, little girl. 

Love, Mom

Little Miss Mae, 3 months

6 months

9 months

And Now....

 ONE YEAR OLD! Appropriately, in her birthday suit!

And a couple more for the road...

Baby kisses and watching Leah and Sam together... these are a few of my favorite things.

In the foyer at church...