Zoomin in between the rain showers

Last week was nothing but rain, rain and more rain. Just one dreary day after another making everyone lethargic and apathetic. We did pull ourselves out of our gray funk long enough to go outside for a quick romp between rain showers on Tuesday. The yard was so saturated that Chase and I both wore our Wellies. Amaya wasn't allowed to get down on the grass not that she minded that one little iota since her preferred mode of travel is in Mama's arms. I think we got an hour of playing in before another round of precipitation urged us back inside. It was enough to chase away the doldrums for a bit at least.

In other happenings, Amaya had her 9 month well baby visit. The weed was 30.25 inches tall taking her completely off of the charts. Now where did that come from? Andy and I are both fairly average people--must be from whatever stock made Uncle Rob so tall. She weighed 20 pounds 12 ounces which placed her in the 80th percentile. That is easier to explain as it probably has something to do with her seemingly insatiable desire to eat. She devours all food placed in front of her in a manner that would put Henry VIII to shame. She'll eat anything--which is good because it means that she gets a well balanced diet. It's not so good because when I say anything, I do mean anything. If you look away for just a moment, she takes it as an opportunity to find some treasure on the floor to cram into her mouth. The latest examples of things she's decided look tasty include dog hair, dirt, and dryer lint. She's worse than Chase ever was about trying to swallow all kinds of undesirable paraphernalia not that he was completely insusceptible. Nope, I haven't forgotten the little Noodle's penchant for the occasional taste of dryer lint. Mama has a long memory for tidbits that she can use to embarrass her children when they're teenagers.

Swing back...

Swing forth...

Practicing for his egg race?

Chase reminds me of Andy in this picture.