healed

since our last afton update, our bubbly baby has been not once, not twice, but a miraculous *thrice* healed.

first, our discerning viewers may have noticed that afton's porcelain face has been marred by severe skin irritation for most of her babyhood.

well, i finally gave in to the West and got her some medication. though sensitive and oft aggravated skin is likely something that dearest afton will have to endure most of her life (a genetic gift courtesy of yours truly), this round cleared up within a few days.

second, afton is officially an eater. one day, she woke up and just decided to eat solids. she now regularly polishes off entire jars of baby food (carrots are her favorite; see photo).

finally (and possibly most importantly), she is also a sleeper. nearly as soon as i posted that she was not sleeping through the night (*my* night, at least), she started staying in dreamland for ten or eleven hour stretches.

yes, victory is in sight.

bowtique

some people collect beanie babies, some collect dolls,
some collect spoons or mugs or stamps.

i collect bows.

and i have finally built them a home:

record high

not quite.

but sixty-one degrees fahrenheit in the middle of january?

we'll take it.

hello, gorgeous

meet the tallest. shoes. ever.

where's the practicality in five inch heels?

there is none.

and in a world filled with diapers and dishes and laundry,
that's what makes them so beautiful.

monday night cookie madness

poor summer didn't understand why her fun and delicious peanut
butter friends had to be tortured in the lonely, hot, dark oven.

mid year review

a six-a-month baby! so what’s the latest scoop on baby afton?

well, first off, i’m not going to report that she sleeps through the night, because the constant droopiness of my eyes indicates that she surely doesn’t. however, she does sleep for a six or seven hour stretch, which is good enough for now.

so far, no teeth. and no eating solids. she spits out everything we’ve given her. what can i say? i guess my breast milk is pretty phenomenal; nothing else will do.

“tone tone” has taken over as afton’s newest nickname, totally dominating all others because summer has really picked up on it and runs through the house screaming “TONE!” if she doesn’t know where baby afton is.

afton’s latest hobbies include her constant chattering –often serenading us with midnight renditions of BAAA BAAA BBBB – and grabbing everything in sight. she’s pretty vicious with that grab, too, knocking over mug trees and pulling out hair and all that. our little lamb is very strong. and tall. she’s nearly outgrown this round of clothes (it’s only been a month!)

but afton’s number one favorite pastime hands down is spending time with sister summer. these two are inseparable love bugs.

afton is still the smiliest baby that there ever was and lights up every room she enters – not to mention enchants everyone she meets. she has a fairly easy going personality (what a relief!) but can definitely crack the whip when she wants to. and by “crack the whip” i mean scream for an hour and a half until she gets what she wants. yup, she can be just as willful (and loud) as the rest of bryan’s girls. lucky him.

and lucky us for our baby girl bright. i think we’ll keep her.

the better to eat you with

first cut

yup, we pulled the trigger and cut off baby summer's hair.

i tried to wait until she turned three so that her fine wisps would magically become thick, luxurious locks (that happens at three, right??), but it wasn't materializing fast enough, and patience is definitely not a virtue with which i have been blessed, so off with her head...er, hair.

anyhoo, that summer girl, she likes to keep us on our toes. our tip, tip, tippy toes.

situations that we think are pretty benign (like, say, playing in the snow), she turns into torturous ordeals. and conversely, for those landmark events that generally cause a lot of commotion (moving to a big girl bed or getting a hair cut), she doesn't bat an eye. not even a twitch. na-da.

i don't think she even knows her hair has been cut.

she sat in a chair. she watched some tv. and then she ate a peanut butter sandwich (or just the peanut butter, rather). 'twas remarkably uneventful.

like the eye of a tornado.

i see a red door

and i want to paint it black:

bring it on 2010.

bring. it. on.

root beer floats

the champagne of the masses.

happy new year!

christmas morning

began with yummy chocolate croissants:

then the girls discovered their sled!
which seemed rather innocuous to summer without that wretched snow.

here's a peek in on all the action:

my mother's necklace from bryan (a surprise gift he picked out himself, no less):





happy christmas to all!

twas the night before

we see christmas eve lights:

and eat christmas eve thai:

then santa's elves bring christmas eve jammies:

and a christmas eve game:

we make christmas eve cookies for santa (and summer):

and then it's off to bed with a christmas eve kiss!

snow day

bryan and i often scheme up what we believe to be exciting outings and activities for our girls. however, summer has a very delicate inner balance that does not tolerate the "new" and "exciting" very well. we know this, of course, from past experience, but still, it has not hindered our attempts at creating memories through good, clean, forced family fun.

so for christmas this year, we got the girls a pull sled and fully outfitted them for the snow. we drove up snoqualmie pass to the snow park and naively expected a grande olde time.

afton, as usual, was a champ. she loved being bundled and pulled and carried in her dad's pack.

summer, though, had other plans.

at first, she was thrilled. she loved getting on her gear, and she soon ran up the snow bank to frolic and, naturally, eat some snow. but somewhere in the midst of all this seemingly happy behavior, it happened. she flipped the switch. an unknown, unnamed force disturbed her zen.

she wretched and threw herself onto the snow. she screamed. she cried. she refused her gloves. nothing could calm her. nothing could quell her newfound, deep-rooted hate for all things snow.

it was over.

so we went home.

i imagine we'll give our sweet summer a week's worth of respite before beginning the torture anew.

the croquembouche

'twouldn't be christmas without the wheelers undertaking a potentially disastrous culinary endeavor.

behold:  the croquembouche.

a french dessert of choux buns, artfully arranged, and covered in caramel.

happy holidays

from the wheelers

bryan, emily, summer & afton

gingerhaus

first, we had to pick out the candy:

then, we baked the pieces:

and bryan masterminded it's assembly:

and finally, it was time to decorate:

headless holiday

looks like summer has been busy spreading her holiday cheer:

lubby

at last, after waiting two full years (she is so like her father), summer loves me.

or so she finally says.

her term? lubby (a patented combination of "love" and "you").

she lubbies me in the morning, she lubbies me before bed, and she lubbies me as it strikes her fancy throughout the day.

but when does she lubby me most?

well, for all her mischievousness, summer HATES getting in trouble. so for example, like today, when she had her crayon privileges revoked *yet again* for gratuitously breaking her crayons in half, she just stood there, tears running down her cheeks, sobbing, “lubby! lubby!”

it's not so much that she wanted her crayons back (because despite my lecturing, she may still not quite understand what words like "privileges" and "revoked" actually mean), she just needs to feel lubbied.

don't we all.

party in my tummy

yummy, yummy

down santa claus lane

summer's feelings for santa apparently haven't changed since last year.

afton, for her part, seemed unimpressed and slept through the whole ordeal.

lovely bubbly

o tannenbaum

after enjoying duvall's christmas tree lighting ceremony:

we decided to save our social consciousness for next year and went ahead and visited our old standby tree farm to cut down our very own fresh douglas fir:

 

then we went home, turned on some merry tunes, and enjoyed delicious egg nog and bryan's homemade doughnuts:

 

as always, our girls were very helpful. afton made things cheery and bright, and summer shook the doughnuts in cinnamon and sugar:

i know we're a bit behind some more festive families out there (you know who you are), but it's finally christmastime at the wheelers!

souvenir

as a general rule, all we like to bring back from our vacations is photographs and memories.

but summer just looked way too cute in this cowgirl hat from the grand ole opry that mere mere broke down and got it for her.

our little country star in training.

already?

a week shy of her fifth month, we packed up afton's

3-6 month clothes and got out the next installment.

here she is in her first six month outfit.

 

in other afton news, we have recently coined a term to describe her particular temperament:  she’s a great “show baby.”  whenever we take her places, everyone wants to come up and interact with her because she is so SMILEY. 
i have a 99% guarantee that she will smile at you if you smile at her. 
and who doesn’t just need to see a smile sometimes?

lucky thirteen

what happens when your five hour connection from charlottesville to seattle is delayed five hours?

well, two things, really:

1) you don't get home until 3:30am. which is 5:30am in the time zone you just left.

2) you never, EVER fly US Airways again. ever.

shout out to both summer and afton who handled the situation superbly. we really could not have asked for better behaved children.

and while we were the only ones on the flight with children two and under--let alone TWO children two and under, we seemed to be amongst the more "chill" of the group upon receiving the bad news of the delay (first a one hour delay...then two...then three...then, well, you've all been there).

security even had to come and take away one elderly gentleman with anger management issues. we never saw him again.

anyway, our friendly reminder to those who were so distraught (yes, we're talking to you college students returning from a trip to the bahamas and able to go to sleep and get up whenever you feel like it): things could be worse, you could be us.

and for us? well, when i was feeling pretty low, bryan handed me this picker-upper: we could be in darfur.

indeed, we counted our blessings.

also, see that poor kid in the background by my right shoulder? he had the unfortunate luck of sitting across from me not once, but twice while i breastfed afton. who knows, maybe i kept him entertained.