We've had a good time lately getting out of our little world here in Cullman and visiting with grandparents. In keeping with our fascination with Julia eating and taking pictures of that, here is Julia feasting on rice cereal at her two sets of grandparents' homes.
put that cereal right here, please, Nana
well, right there is great, too
oh, boy, this is fun!
faster, Mommy! For the mommy&daddy memory book:
Seeing Amanda and Julia's hair matching in this picture reminds me of our fun with Julia's hair lately. We always get more of whatever question is the polite, banal chitchat/nosiness question , because we see and talk to so many people at church every week. You know the questions, the usual things like, "Have you gotten everything settled, all your boxes unpacked? (when you've moved in), "Have you gotten the nursery all ready?" and "Is she sleeping all night?" all the way to "How much weight have you gained?" (while you've been pregnant) and "How much weight have your lost?" (while your wife has been pregnant)...
Lately, it's Julia's hair - "Is that red hair?" "Where did the red hair come from?" and even, (unbelievably, considering Peter's hair...) "Where did the blond hair come from?" We've had fun thinking up answers we'd never give anyone - "Jesus" or "the milkman" or "We have the same hairstylist." Our standard way to end that conversation has been "I dunno" (while thinking, 'DUH!') or "It runs in the family". More people have started commenting that they think it is just like my hair, so anyway, we'll see. But here is proof that on one day and at one time, before I was too gray, Julia was my mini-me, hair and all.
