Holidays are so much more fun with kids. Probably because we have an excuse to act like them ourselves. We started the week dyeing eggs:
The set-up
Mommy’s eggs
Daddy’s more creative eggs
Then we took Easter portraits:
We went to church on Friday evening in an attempt to avoid the huge Sunday crowd to no avail:
And the Easter Bunny even paid a visit to our house:
Hope you have a wonderful Easter!
. . . loves her some rice cereal. She cries if I don’t get the spoon up to her mouth quickly enough. I guess it’s time to break out the ol’ Cuisinart. Next up greens.
(Sorry about the crappy phone pic)
After a (likely) coincidence where Isla seemed to answer to Big Gurl a couple nights ago, we have decided to phase out the nick-name. (I could foresee an embarrassing episode on the playground in a year or so when she introduces herself.) So, next up—Isla Bean. You’ll have to ask Alex where he came up with this one, but at least it incorporates her name.
We saw Dr. Dews for Isla’s four month well-check today. We are so blessed to have such a healthy little girl! She is gaining weight at a great pace, and it still looks like she is going to be tall like her mama.
Weight: 15 lbs. (75-90%)
Height: 26 in. (95%)
Head: 16 3/4 in. (75-95%)
Dr. Dews also thinks she is ready for solid foods. So, I’m going to be whipping up a yummy batch of rice cereal in the next few days.
She has been intensely watching everything I put in my mouth recently, so I think she will be this excited.
And anything she gets her hands on goes into her mouth (including her toes . . .)
Last week we had the joy of having DD, Aunt Abbe, and cousin Nolan come visit for Spring Break. Nolan has grown so much since we saw him last. He and Isla were almost the exact same size, and people assumed they were twins. DD even had matching outfits for them, and we had a blast taking pictures to save for future embarrassment:
Isla is becoming a little ham.
Matching bald spots.
Isla doesn’t like to talk about the size of her thighs 
Bouncy chairs are a gift from God.
Watch out for the five foot rat snake at Freedom Park.
DD and Aunt Abbe graciously babysat Isla on Saturday night while Alex and I attended a friend’s wedding. Strange enough, this was our my first real night out since she was born do to the whole bottle ordeal. (Thankfully, she is now taking bottles. Calling all babysitters!!!)
Wow. I’m still high after last night’s stunner knocking out the overall number one seed, Ohio State. Though the game also made it very apparent how much has changed since Miss Isla arrival. I’ve usually started to lose my voice by this point in the tournament, but last night I found that I was whispering cheers due to the sleeping baby next to me. My favorite quote from the day was a sorority sister’s facebook post:
…People keep calling us the underDOGS. no, no, no. we are the CATS. the WILDCATS to be exact. and i have no doubt that we will turn this mother out and remind everyone we are not to be messed with! GO BLUE!
I love and hate this time of year—so stressful, but victory is sweet! I also heard a rumor that Jorts are back in style …
Isla and I do core workouts together a couple times a week in our mini-gym (a.k.a. the spare bedroom.) Today in the midst of a challenging repetition, I welcomed the break to flip Isla back onto her tummy as she had turned to her side (which she doesn’t like.) Then she utterly surprised me by immediately rolling over onto her back. I thought I possibly didn’t put her completely on her belly, so I again put her tummy-side-down. And, alas, she flipped a second time. The third time I pulled out the video camera:
