8 months

Andrea is officially crawling.



Well, its not exactly crawling. Its more like creeping forward on her elbows while kicking her legs wildly. It kinda looks like what I would envision a baby zombie doing as it came after my brains.



Speaking of baby zombies, Andrea likes trying to eat our faces. She bites and sucks on our chins, cheeks an noses. I think its her attempt at kissing. Great technique, but she might want so save it for her future dates.



Current stats-
18 lbs, 27 inches tall

In the past few days Andrea has started babbling in a way that really seems like she's talking to us. She looks at us and speaks with inflection and purpose. It has led to yet another nickname - Heh-hia



Happy 8 months, baby girl. Its so exciting to watch more and more of your personality emerge as you grow.

arctic blast 2008

Yesterday and today brought the largest accumulation of snow I've ever seen in the Portland area, and I was born and raised here.



We spent this afternoon x-country skiing around the streets in our neighborhood.





Of additional significance - this is Andrea first snow.



And her first Hanukkah.

communist christmas

Edit - There is no way to pause or stop the embedded version, so click here if you want to see it.

Zio and I are total procrastinators, and now we (really) have a snowstorm. Will we manage to finally do our holiday shopping this weekend, tavarish? Stay tuned.

P.S. Andrea is crawling now.

Edit 2: We braved the weather and did the shopping! Yay!

so pretty

Posted more tasty Beefia pics.

scarce

My computer has been in a coma since Sunday, and I am taking it to the MacForce guys to see if it can be revived, or if its gone to that great computer recycling plant in the sky (one month after my warranty ran out too - meh). My apologies in advance if I'm a bit scarce here.

Some stuff to tide you over:

- Zio turns 29 today. Call him and wish him a happy birthday!



- Andrea is sooo close to crawling, its scary.



Andrea makes this fleece look good!

talkin

Andrea's orations have become more complex -

Previously: "Bah bah bah bah ahhh"

Two days ago: "Gah boo ah la la fft ooooh ah ga ba ba rrrr bah (unintelligible muttering) giggle"

Yesterday: beat poetry

Today: unintelligible muttering followed by a raptor growl relapse



Andrea is not a picky eater, but she is a picky drinker. She persistently rejected apple juice this evening, as if to say "none but boobus milk shall pass my dainty, raptor growling lips!"