Shotsnaps

7.17.2008

These booties of many colors came to Piper courtesy of my good friend Rebecca's industrious hands. I love them!

And she sent a matching dress! Piper wears them every Sunday.

Look at her expression here. Dark complexion be darned; nobody can dare tell me she looks like John when faced with this.

When Piper began to cheer like an overly spunky high schooler in a too-short skirt, I decided it was time to turn off the camera.

To Distraction

When bored in a hot van, take a snapshot of your pensive daughter
...and her kneecap.

When she notices you, take a picture of her giggle and left foot.

To Ponder Over

Piper's four or five weeks old in this picture and finally wore a newborn onesie! She's a thoughtful little philosopher here, too. Pink polka dots...Why?

Red As Red Can Be

One day shy of Piper's three-week mark, we went to the Strawberry Festival, partly for the parade but mostly for the hope of candy thrown at our heads. We weren't disappointed.

Two little girls watch the parade begin.

I knelt by the third little girl and shared her stellar view of band legs.

And here is that same little girl sitting on the courthouse steps waiting for Papa and the older two to finish exploring the Festival. (I offer no pictures of the fourth little girl because she was busily nursing while I snapped these shots. Double-tasking...)

She was captivated by another family that sat just above us.

And she was so tired that she lay her body down to take a nap.

Next Time, She'll Sing, Too

It was a sultry day, and John and Millie ducked into the comic shop for a minute when it began to rain. This lucky duck got to dance in it.

No Dancing This Time

Gorillas are sometimes content to observe others.

But the drive to climb skyward always comes after.

Received with Joy

On her three-week birthday, Piper was baptised in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. May God hold her all the days of her life, and may she willingly accept the path He set for her before time began. Please pray for John and I, that we raise her faithfully in the fear and admonition of her Lord, and that she grows in faith as she grows in size.

I didn't take the camera to church, but here she is at home later that afternoon. Thank you, Elizabeth, for the beautiful dress! The gown I used with Susannah swallowed Piper whole, but this scrap of sweetness fit her perfectly.

Tragically, the bloomers she borrowed from Susannah's baptism gown didn't fit so well.

Why do you do what you do to me? I wish I knew.... (ooh-la-la)

Here she ponders my snapshotting and the ridiculous size of her bloomers some more. Hmmm. WHY?

Yawn. (Babies have notoriously short attention spans.)

But then, again... Why, oh why, do you do what you do to me?

One Enchanted Evening

Our Owen parents and Sarah came for a weekend visit, and I have a few pictures to prove it. Because I'm a slacker (who was ENJOYING THE VISIT instead of TAKING MILLIONS OF PICTURES), I only documented a few moments for the greedy internet. I hate taking loads of pictures when they visit because we're always too busy talking or adventuring or eating (and, honestly, I feel awkward taking pictures of pretty much anybody but the girls). If the number of snapshots reflected the enjoyment of our visit, there'd be dozens on here!

Grandma and Piper meet and bond.

Piper's first carousel ride.

And then we went to a playground before eating cold custard.

I love Annika's Olympic intensity as she goes there...

and back again.

This girl's pretty intense about running a tight ship.

And this one just likes to run and run and run and run.

Squeaky Clean

Piper's first immersion bath, given at a shamefully late age (no, I'm not telling!), in a tub that has since left our house.

All pictures, including this one I was not aware of,

were taken by this strange, bearded fellow, who kept skulking into our house with a camera. Yes, I called the cops, and, no, he didn't leave.