Rainy Day

Today started off well. My friend, Blair, and I had play date plans at the zoo and the weather looked great. Looked forward to it all day long. THEN, while hanging out at the zoo we got rained on. Not just a light sprinkle either, it was raining hard! We laughed about it and counted our blessing on the way home that an elderly man helped us find a taxi. It wasn't until I got home and saw my laundry laying on the wet, dirty floor outside (they were drying) that frustration boiled inside me. There are just some modern convinces that I took for granted while living in the states and a dryer is one of them. Writing all this to say....Give your dryer a hug today. Here are some photos of Elianna and my rainy day mess.

First Step

On October 22nd, Justin saw Elianna take her first step by herself! I was out with a friend and Justin was watching her. This is how the story goes: She had a book that she was playing with and was giving to Justin. She was standing by the couch and he took the book from her. He knew she would want it back so he handed it to her just far enough away that she would have to take a step to get it. The rest is history. She took her first step and got the book. Since that time she has taken several more "one" steps. Maybe someday soon she will be walking around by herself. Until that time she is getting lots of practice on her push toys that some friends of ours have allowed us to borrow.

Hair Cont...

Here are a few more of my favorites.

Hair, Hair, Hair

Hi, we are back!! It has been forever since I have posted, but I hope to remedy that soon. This posting isn't very revolutionary concerning our family or daughter, BUT it is a major part of our lives. This major truth is HAIR, HAIR, HAIR. Elianna has a ton of it. Some days I dream of waking up and finding that she somehow became bald during the night, but at the same time I really enjoy fixing it and trying to tame the monster. The lady who cleans our house informed me that parents here cut their children's hair short until 2 years of age. Now I know why. Some days I think about joining in on this cultural norm, but then I can never muster up the courage to do it. It just makes Elianna, Elianna. Here are a few memorial hair pictures.