Friday, July 11, 2008
The view from the planetarium
We returned to Adler Planetarium today, and we snapped a few shots outside the facility. It offers quite a view.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Tears to cheers in the pool
At long last, we took advantage of the YMCA's open swim hours today and jumped back in the pool with the kids for the first time since swim lessons ended.
You should have seen it! (Alas, our hands were full, so you won't even now.)
After getting used to the water temperature, Lincoln repeatedly chased a ball, first on Dad's arm and then on Mom's arm. He even started kicking like a frog.
Levynn needed more time to find her comfort zone, but it was worth the wait. She saw another little girl wearing a back float and wanted to use one, too, so she could swim "all by myself." But the back float wasn't the cure-all that she expected it to be, and she cried, cried, cried.
Then, out of the blue, Mom let her go one more time and she just went. And went and went and went. Moving through the water with a sort of vertical dog paddle, she worked harder than she ever had worked before, and she loved it. The look of desperation, joy and pride on her face - like, "Holy cow, I'm really doing this, I really am!" - was priceless, absolutely priceless.
We'll be going back soon.
You should have seen it! (Alas, our hands were full, so you won't even now.)
After getting used to the water temperature, Lincoln repeatedly chased a ball, first on Dad's arm and then on Mom's arm. He even started kicking like a frog.
Levynn needed more time to find her comfort zone, but it was worth the wait. She saw another little girl wearing a back float and wanted to use one, too, so she could swim "all by myself." But the back float wasn't the cure-all that she expected it to be, and she cried, cried, cried.
Then, out of the blue, Mom let her go one more time and she just went. And went and went and went. Moving through the water with a sort of vertical dog paddle, she worked harder than she ever had worked before, and she loved it. The look of desperation, joy and pride on her face - like, "Holy cow, I'm really doing this, I really am!" - was priceless, absolutely priceless.
We'll be going back soon.
All I want for my birthday
... are my two front teeth.
Actually, Lincoln has three new teeth, in varying stages of development. One is all the way through, one is mostly through, and one is poking through. They're all on the top.
He's showing you two of them here, in between bites from a slice of watermelon.

Yes, directly from a slice.

Actually, Lincoln has three new teeth, in varying stages of development. One is all the way through, one is mostly through, and one is poking through. They're all on the top.
He's showing you two of them here, in between bites from a slice of watermelon.
Yes, directly from a slice.

Saturday, July 5, 2008
Chicago's-eye view of birds
Mama bird laid two more eggs since we first wrote about her, bringing the total to four, and Mom had the extraordinarily good fortune to see the babies just moments after hatching today.
No less extraordinary, Mom also filmed mama bird feeding them. But it's not in focus and would be almost impossible to see through the Viddler player's diminished resolution. But we'll try again, you can be sure.
No less extraordinary, Mom also filmed mama bird feeding them. But it's not in focus and would be almost impossible to see through the Viddler player's diminished resolution. But we'll try again, you can be sure.
Bird's-eye view of Chicago
Friday, July 4, 2008
Lincoln is 1 - and America is 232!
L is for Lincoln, who awoke early but unusually happy this morning. Coincidence?

We had big plans - more Taste of Chicago, perhaps starting a tradition for this special day - so we got right to it.
Lincoln now has a matching friend...

... and a somewhat matching mode of transportation. (Radio Flyer calls it a Scoot About, but he already did scoot about, did he not?)
He also really likes this new book ("Go Cubs!" cheer the girls), and he even knows what to call it.
At the festival, Lincoln, poor boy, ate another packed lunch. But he was still happy.

And he did taste treats, including this birthday apple pie (on the Fourth of July? Now there's a tradition!).


Too bad he didn't like it. Maybe next year, kiddo.
Happy birthday, Linc!
We had big plans - more Taste of Chicago, perhaps starting a tradition for this special day - so we got right to it.
Lincoln now has a matching friend...
... and a somewhat matching mode of transportation. (Radio Flyer calls it a Scoot About, but he already did scoot about, did he not?)
He also really likes this new book ("Go Cubs!" cheer the girls), and he even knows what to call it.
At the festival, Lincoln, poor boy, ate another packed lunch. But he was still happy.
And he did taste treats, including this birthday apple pie (on the Fourth of July? Now there's a tradition!).
Too bad he didn't like it. Maybe next year, kiddo.
Happy birthday, Linc!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Watching some kids
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