Monday, October 7, 2013

at forty seven weeks...

at forty seven weeks we had a dyer family getaway.  how nice to be all together in the white mountains and to get to take you around to where grandma and papaw lived over forty years ago.  this week was filled with speedy crawling, a drippy nose, falling in love again with the girl in the mirror, lots of bouncing, hitting the eleven month mark, and wishing a few of your baby friends a happy first birthday.

our time away reminded me just how close we are to new hampshire and how good it feels to be away...even though it takes a while to pack the car with portable cribs, strollers, books, toys, food, clothes, and gear.  i'm inspired to get some more getaways on the calendar.  my dear my list of places i want to go with you and things i want to see with you is growing and growing.

and speaking of growing, look at you in the hiking backpack.  when you learned where we were headed, you were a tad skeptical...
but then you saw the scenery...
and you quickly loved the adventure and the view from up high...
and a big thanks to uncle evan who helped carry you part of the way...

in exchange for the lift, you provided your sherpas with neck and head massages.  seemed like a fair trade.  once at the summit, we got you some food and then you and grandma went off and found some pine needles and pinecones to play with...
you stayed awake for almost the whole hike.  dad said you were talking and talking the whole way down, until suddenly you weren't anymore.  here you are crashed out, face jammed against your toy, and slumped over.  hiking is hard work...
and after the hike and before things got cooking at the fire pit, we sat you in the canoe.  even out of the water you almost tipped over.  maybe next year...
at forty seven weeks we went to the fryeburg fair.  we went through all the livestock barns...
and made some friends...
here are just a few random scenes from forty seven weeks.  back at it with the circulars and paper shredding...
a nice post-bath walk before sunset...
some floor play and a maeve attack...
some modeling before daycare and work...
the yarmouth bookworm...
and at forty seven weeks, daycare was filled with adorable highchair shots and cuteness...
and looking oh so girly with the pink and white stripped curtains and your matching bib and berry face. i look at this photo and can hear you fake coughing...
this photos came through on my phone and my oh my you look really big to to me (and gah look at those chubby feet)...
and this picture captures just how proud you are at being able to get around...
maeve, this week i was reminded over and over just how happy you are.  whether waking from a nap or being awoken from a nap...you just beam.  the folks at daycare comment on how silly, playful, happy, and smiley you are.  and i've notice how much you like to make us laugh.  you are quite the entertainer and one wiggly dancer. from your seat at the counter you can see when someone walks in the front door.  you peer around and then squeal with delight.  you make our visitors feel really good and really loved.

each night before bed we play in your room.  we crawl around, babble, read, roll, play with toys, and then i say m-a-e-v-e...maeve!  i used to walk you over to the flags in your rooms with the letters of your name on them when i said this...and now i just say the letters and you turn around from wherever you are to look and sometimes point to the flags.  our time in your room is just that...time.  at the end of a day where we've often both been other places, we slide the pocket door closed and just play together.  it's a time i love so dearly.  so so dearly.  xo.

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