Thanks, Lyndsay

Lyndsay and her family came by the house today so we could get some 6-month old pictures of Calla. She's already posted a peek to her blog, which I so love. Be sure to go and check it out.

Boat babies

Since our good friends Josh and Maggie were in town, we decided to take do a little boating on Lake Travis. It was Calla's firs time on the boat. She actually slept most of the time we were out on the lake, but was awake long enough to look ridiculously adorable and have her picture taken in her life jacket.



Turns out Calla wasn't the only one who was lulled to sleep by the rocking of the boat...

We've been featured

Looks like our blog was among those featured on The Nest Baby's Seen on the web this week. Kinda cool.




(thanks, Lyndsay for pointing this out!)

Silly and serious

There are so many facets to this little guy ...

Sitting up

Calla's really taking that approaching 6-month mark in stride. First came solid foods. Now she's really trying to master sitting up unsupported. Before you know it she'll be crawling!

Return of the giant shirt

Some of you may remember this post. Today was Calla's first turn in the big shirt. I thought we'd sent her to school with plenty of clothes. Turns out, she had plenty of shorts and pants in her cubby, but no shirts. Go figure.



And one more, for fun, just 'cause she's so darn cute.

Another fun "Austin-esque" weekend

In case you've failed to notice, our family likes to take full advantage of the diversity and activity Austin has to offer. It's rare that we spend a weekend just sitting around the house. This weekend was no exception. On Friday night, Bryan and I saw a movie, in the theatres, together for the first time in almost a year. We caught the new Indiana Jones flick at the Alamo Drafthouse. The Alamo Drafthouse is a unique movie-going experience. For one, they serve beer (and food) and delicious $5 milkshakes made with real Blue Bell ice cream. You've gotta get their early though. Bryan and I almost skipped out on the movie because the only two seats we could find together were in the very first row. Fortunately for us, some folks a few rows back moved over and made some extra room.

Saturday, we hit the pool to celebrate Tyler's birthday. Brick thinks Tyler's the greatest. He insisted on wrapping his present in blue AND red paper, and decorated the paper all by himself. Although, he kept saying all day that he was "going to take his birthday from him," Brick was well-behaved throughout the party.

The evening, Bryan suggested we all head out to the Hill Country Galleria since they're having a summer concert series of sorts. We had no idea who'd be playing, but the live music in Austin rarely disappoints, and we don't have many opportunities to enjoy it with the kids in tow. So, off we went.

While we were waiting for the "headliner," Bryan joked about it being some big-name band .. turns out, he wasn't too far off. We were both a little shocked when the emcee introduced Fastball. In fact, I convinced that we just misheard the announcement and commented that he must have said "Fast Bob." A few bars into "Out of my Head" and I realized, "Wow. He really did say Fastball." Gotta love that about Austin. Where else could you see a Grammy-nominated, nationally recognized band at a mall, with maybe 100 other people in the audience, all for free?!

Look who's started solids

Calla got her first taste of baby food a couple of weeks ago. So far, she's eaten bananas, sweet potatoes and peas, and she loves them all. She gobbles down a full jar in a matter of minutes. Brick was so excited, he wanted to take part in the action.

Cute AND considerate

This morning, while Bryan was in the shower, and I was still sleeping, Brick decided to head downstairs and prepare his own breakfast. We have bouvet door handles in our home, so Brick's been able to open doors all over the house pretty much since the time he could walk. He quickly figured out that behind the door in the kitchen, there's lots of yummy food.

So, a little while later, Brick made his way back upstairs (by himself) and came into our bedroom carrying 6 stacked, little red plastic plates, each one with a package of fruit snacks laid on top of it.

Then he started distributing them out on the bed: "This one's for Calla. This is Mommy's. And Daddy's. This is Brick's." There were two plates left over. "Who are those for?" I asked him. He responded, "My kids." (which I think is his way of saying "my friends" these days) It was seriously so sweet.