Saturday morning, Rose had some time with Papa before his work retreat, most of which was spent discovering what chest hair is really all about. Is it really attached to Papa? Or did he just put it there to block latching on to his nipple?
It feels like every week that goes by, I can see Rose growing up a little more. This weekend she was completely content sitting on the floor with her toys while I scurried around cleaning the house. She chewed on them, talked to them, reached for them, and squealed at them. She would look up with a big smile if I waved at her and said "Hi Rose!". She worked on pat, pat, patting them. And shake, shake, shaking them. Her newest trick is a Rose version of clapping. I say "Clap, clap, clap" along with the motion, and she follows by waving her two extended arms toward each other and making contact with her hands. Clap, clap, clap. I have no idea if there is intent or purpose behind these claps, but she's pretty pleased with them (as am I).
Saturday afternoon, Rose had a long overdue walk with her buddy Grady (who is getting his first tooth already!). Sunday, Rose helped me clean out all of her clothing drawers, putting away the 3 month clothes and organizing the 6 month clothes. Sunday afternoon, we all went out to Grandma and Grandpa Livingston's house, where Rose got some much needed QGPT (quality grandparent time). And mom and dad got a much needed quiet Sunday dinner together.
I 'll leave you with a little cheer Rose used to get psyched for the Beaver game Saturday evening: