tasty treat

It almost looks like French toast sticks but is actually some dried out fake toast that (for reasons unknown) actually contains high fructose corn syrup. I don't understand baby food yet. I don't understand why anyone would puree "macaroni and cheese" and sell it in jars. But i do understand that this new stage where she is (slowly) creeping into the self-feeding realm is pretty exciting for all three of us. It's like watching a dog walk on it's hind feet.

You brought the Pomeranian bowling?

Schuyler and her parents light up Southside bowling lanes to celebrate Schuyler's first cousin once removed Chase's birthday. She loved it. She wanted to touch everything. We wanted her to touch nothing. No amount of Purell is enough to protect yourself from the horrors of a bowling lane on a former U.S. Naval Air Station.

breakfast & shopping

Another breathtakingly exciting saturday morning in the lives of Schuyler's parents as they treat themselves to breakfast in the bright lights of the big city followed by shopping for baby gates for their mobile offspring in the scenic aisles of Gorham's hardware store.

9 months on the outside

After spending 9 months outside of the womb Schuyler is...

• 19 lbs 12 oz
• 28" (or, as the doctor put it: 2'4")
• 17.2 head circumference

I think she's liking it better on the outside. The view is better. Although we hope she aspires to greater things. Her doctor said "she's 50-75% in everything. Totally average. Just like [her parents]". Thanks, doc.

release into the wild

Our little cub fed herself for the first time today so we think she is finally ready for release into the wild where she can feed on the abundant soggy pasta trees and mushed pea bushes she will find there. She loved it too. I think she might just be a little strong willed and a little bit of a control freak which is surprising given her parentage. The only part she hates is the putting on and taking off of her protective garments (see top photo)

poser

Schuyler's mama could not resist posting these photos so she could look at them while she is at work and missing her cute chunky little bear...

grouching tiger

Schuyler is not yet an outdoors pet. I took her outside to see how she would react to real grass rather than carpet. My theory was that she would find the grass relentlessly interesting to grip and pull and stuff. My theory was wrong. Grass is apparently scratchy and pokey and generally uncomfortable.

cranky baby

We don't know what is up with our little cub these days but she is cranky. Only in spurts. She'll go from laughing to crying and back again. Probably teething. Then again, we have been saying that she's teething since month two, so we are probably wrong again. Here she is trying to climb over Mount Mama which, apparently, was insurmountable.

sunday morning sun

Appropriately wearing a "let it snow" onezie, Schuyler survives the brutal Bermuda winter sunlight through the window.

on the floor

busy weekend

Schuyler was indifferent to meeting her uncle john who was in Bermuda with his girlfriend, Kate, doing some gigs with Schuyler's dad. He, on the other hand, appeared to quite enjoy her company. Personally, i think she should reconsider her reaction and put a little effort into getting to know him. He's a fine fellow.

goodnight sweetheart

Lately, Schuyler has been a bit of a cranky little bear. We think she's teething. Then again, we've been thinking she has been teething since about the second month when she became a drool machine. It seems the symptoms for 'teething' are also the symptoms for "being a baby". Anyway, one thing she usually still enjoys is her bedtime ritual which consists of changing her into her gown, zipping her up in her sleep sack and trying to get through "Goodnight Moon" before she eats the book. These pictures misrepresent the amount of reading our baby actually does. This "reading" is a preamble to "tasting".

sick leave

Schuyler, her mum and her dad have all been on sick leave this past week with various coughs, fevers and other symptoms. Here's hoping the coming week finds us in better health.

the oscars

Schuyler's great taste in men extends to Kerry and Gavin's son, Oscar (at last, an older man!). Schuyler was drooling all over him. She was also drooling all over the stool. And the toys. And the carpet. And herself. Difficult to say what she liked best.