Now, to get you all caught up on the happenings since my last post on Friday. Well, let's see. There was a blizzard - at least what the weather man called a blizzard. I guess we ended up getting about 10 inches in less than 24 hours here in the city, but it was literally plowed and hauled away faster than it fell. This meant that we went to sleep with 10 inches of snow and woke up with zero. Even the sidewalks were clear. It was all very strange. Regardless, the rest of the greater Cincinnati area was shut down, so we had a good excuse to "hunker down" indoors.
So, to celebrate the Blizzard of -'08 we spent a lot of time dancing around the house. And we discovered that Josie actually "dances" with us. Lou's been dancing with her since we first brought her home from the hospital, so it's truly no surprise that she joins in on the fun now. Highlights from this weekend's dance party included "Possum" by Phish & "Mama Rock Me" by the Old Crow Medicine Show. It's hysterical because she totally kicks her feet, flaps her arms, and squeals along with the music. Lou & I crack up! We'll have to get a video of the dancing soon. Another highlight from the weekend was introducing Josie to the joy of blowing bubbles. She was totally confused since they popped before she could grab them (although Venus was even more confused). We also celebrated the Blizzard with some good home cookin - Indian on Saturday and Turkey Tacos (a la the Austins) on Sunday - and of course delicious pureed spinach and peas for Josie. Here's a photo of her covered in the green goo, totally looking like she just got slimed.
And after all the dancing and all the messy eating, a bath was definitely in order. We've tried the big tub a couple of times, but this countertop tub is still just way too much fun. Josie discovered the joy of splashing in the big tub earlier in the week and that lesson carried over into the little tub. Here she is with Louie during bath time.And here's a video that provides evidence as to why it's not easy to bathe a 7 month old - between the kicking feet (that look like little windshield wipers) and the constant attempts to chew on the side of the tub, it's no small feat to actually accomplish getting her clean while she's in the tub.
And I'll leave you all with that. :)