It’s not easy to grill in Houston in the summer. On this particular day, it was so humid that our wet/dry blue kitchen matches wouldn’t light. We ended up having to light a birthday candle inside and carry that outside. On the bright side, genuine mesquite charcoal is ubiquitous. In fact, the main reason people lock their doors and put their cars in the garage here is because otherwise people will sneak up and fill your trunk or front hall with excess mesquite charcoal.
Things are starting to feel pretty real on the new sibling front. We have a new baby bucket carseat on hand and ready to go. Nora, already proving herself to be a great big sister, familiarized herself with the buckles and enlisted her pal Marabelle to make sure the seat is safe and comfortable.
All safe and ready to go.
A couple of weeks ago, my family gathered at my mom’s house for a proper Irish fry. We couldn’t be there, but through the magic of the internets we were able to drop in for a little while, sing happy birthday to Uncle Jim, and give an impromptu dance recital (Nora, not me and Jen). Jen got some exciting behind the scenes shots of me and the little one talking to a lighty-up piece of plastic.
As long time readers of this site will know, Nora is an enormous fan of IKEA. She gets so excited, in fact, that at one point she had to be banned from the place because it was just too stimulating. Fortunately, her moritorium has ended and she recently helped us pick up a new Sniglar changing table for her iminent baby brother. She not only helped us pick it out, but also helped us assemble it. Here she is in action (and dressed up for the job).
Nora helped us assemble Crumpet’s new changing table.
p.s. we all love saying ‘Sniglar’. Good baby name?