I came home from work one night to find little Maeve nestled in her Dad's guitar case. I remember being quite interested in my Dad's guitar case and all of the little accessories to be found inside (picks, capos, strings, etc.) so it's no wonder Maeve has also discovered the same special spot. Plus, anything lined with faux fur can't be bad...
I love doing hair. Pony tails, pig tails, doo-dads (Moore girls know what these are), piggy-back pony tails, french braids, inverted french braids, side braids, etc. You name it, I like to do it which is probably why I had really scary, narly, way-longer-than-it-needed-to-be hair for far too long. So of course, one of the first musings I had when I realized that my first baby was a girl was, Yipee! Hair accessory aisle at CVS, here we come!!! Sadly, I would liken Maeve's hair growth to watching grass grow, despite people telling me that it looks longer each time they see her:
And then, I remembered a Halloween prop we had laying around to perhaps satisfy my fantasy of long, thick tresses for my little girl, if only for a moment:
Ultimately I realized, with the aid of my husband's disturbed reaction to the above picture, that for now, Mother Nature will be Maeve's rightful stylist until further notice. Sigh...
I realize how cryptic the title of this entry is. Often times I need to employ the more creative area of my brain in order to withstand some of the repetitious moments of Maeve enjoying one of her many toys that "talks back" to you. For example, Maeve has this stuffed teddy bear (a slightly, scary, slightly depressed looking Precious Moments character complemented by a voice triggered by forcefully jabbing its belly) with an accent I've never laid ears on before. The only way to describe the voice for me, would be to say that it is an Aussie who has relocated and lived the second half of his life in Louisiana. I realize I've probably thought about this in excess, but when this bear's voice elicits such delight in a small little person like Maeve, you can't help but subject yourself over and over to the curious intonations of: Scary Precious Moments Bear. See for yourself:
For the past few months, Maeve has become very adept at pulling herself up to just about any piece of furniture. I think our coffee table in the living room is her favorite place to perfect this skill because of the advantageous handles fashioned at either end by Maeve's Dad. In the zenith of Maeve doing her "pull-ups" one day, I decided to snap a few photos each time her noggin emerged from over the lip of the table and here are some of the results...
OK, so pretty much since Maeve was born, all I keep hearing about is how much she looks like Chris. But each time I have a photo like this developed, I'm almost convinced that everyone is right...
OK, so the title of this post is sort of an inside joke so anyone who wasn't at Joanna and Dave's tonight won't be able to appreciate it. Nevertheless, I couldn't resist...
Tonight was a big night out for the McNamaras as we headed out to the home of our good friends, Joanna and Dave and their son, Patrick in Providence. We had a yummy chicken parm dinner, piping hot, and chased it with some (un)necessary cheesecake. Of course, Joanna and Dave being majorly on top of things, despite the fact that little Patrick had just undergone surgery as Hasbro Childrens Hospital on Wednesday, handed Maeve a Christmas gift, her first piggy bank. Here are some shots of the unveiling:
And then we have Patrick acquainting Maeve with his Thomas the Train gigantic, mega, larger than life train set:
And of course, I had to get one last picture of the two of them BEFORE the potentially messy spaghetti dinner...
This last short movie is Patrick and his Daddy doing the "pretend" tickle versus the "real" tickle routine. Due to my inadequate filming skills, I've only captured for you the "real" tickle part, but it is, in my opinion, the most important. For what is more infectious than the raw, innocuous laughter of a child as cute as Patrick spending time with his Dad? See for yourself...
