Alright Opal, you're already 5 MONTHS...time to eat. And what's for dinner? MMM yummy mushy rice-glue cereal. It's probably just as good on you as in you. Not bad spoon manipulation, though. I see a great future of launching spagetti across the kitchen.
It's a good thing we can still breastfeed, or we'd both have to quit our jobs and devot our entire days to feeding. Note the towel completely covering baby. Too bad for dad's nice white shirt...

It's finally Spring and time for family hiking trips. This is St. Something park on the North part of Lake Washington. You can see that Opal is a natural woodsperson by her red long underwear onesey. Her father also looks like he belongs in the woods.


Her mother, on the other hand, looks like she just stepped out of High Society magazine. Uh... Yeah.

The good thing is, Opal got her mother's eyes. The other good thing is, she didn't get her eyebrows.

We just moved downstairs (our third apartment in the same building) to a MUCH bigger place. "Uncle Mike" came just in time to help us move...he held Opal the whole time while I moved all the heavy stuff. Thanks Mike!




Awwwww...aren't they sweet?