Pictures from Last Week

I do believe early morning light suits me best!

I love to play patty-cake with my bear.

Forget toys- I want the milk carton Mommy just squished.

Jessica- I know you check so these are for you!

Love,

Mary

We promise to do our best...

This Sunday at church we had a dedication service for Langley and another adorable boy. Here are a couple pictures. She was quite wiggley during the service. We love our church family!

Graduation!

It is never quite as romantic as you dream- anything- but especially this. I had this dream of Jamie holding Langley in his graduation gear- it was a dream I have had for a long time (I even wrote about it here months back)- he would be proud, I would be proud, she would be cute....
In reality- it was hot, the sun was too bright, the diaper bag and Langley weighed me down like a lead weight, Jamie had to rush to return his gown, there were 2 ceremonies- one of which I had to go to by myself with the baby (Jamie's Mom and My Mom were there for it too). She was a squirmy, squirmy girl- who was very loud at all the wrong times. I will never, ever give a "look" to the parent of a toddler (I hope I haven't so far- but if I did I am so so sorry).
Oh and Wolf Blizter gave a speech he should have given to a press club somewhere- I mean really what do graduates care about the state of journalism in Iraq. What about the “Your whole life ahead of you, You make the future” crap. (I actually think we did get a refurbished speech from another event!)
Here are some pictures of the blessed event.

Birthday-Red Egg Party

Last weekend we went to Kentucky for Langley's first Birthday and Red Egg Party. It was lots of fun and all my mother's family go to meet Langley. Here are some pictures.
(She was really 1 year 2 months and 2 days old).
We also celebrated the Derby (what self respecting Kentuckian wouldnt?).

Langley and the Cat

Langley and Adler do not get along. It is not for her lack of trying. Adler, for those of you who do not know him, is a skittish kitty. He will have nothing to do with her. We believe he thinks of her as the hairless cat that has stolen his humans. He only comes out when she is in her cage, I mean crib.
If he happens to need the littler box he is bombarded with screeches of delight- and little out-stretched arms willing to pet him- but to no avail. If we happen to be walking with her (she holds our fingers) she will chase him until he is safely back under the bed.
He has stopped throwing up and shedding an inordinate amount, which is good. I truly feel sorry for our furry baby- who has been with us since the Boston grad-school days. I wish I could comfort him and promise he won’t be prodded scratched or roughly petted- but alas I cannot- because he has tried many times to dislodge my eyeball and pull my hair- I also do not have claws. So maybe it is better they “admire” each other from afar for now.
More Later,
Love,
Mary

Weekend Pictures

The family at the CUA drama awards.

(Jamie got best director and his show won for best show too!)

(Too bad we left early because it was past Langley's bedtime)

Look my hat has a tail.

Me and Daddy watching who the Bengals will draft next.