Baby Visits the Beach

Thursday involved packing up our little car once again in a trek towards northern California to visit the extended family.

Here is Bailey being entertained by a million people while her parents tried to fit an abnormal amount of junk into a Honda Accord.
We still haven't decided what she loves more, people or getting her picture taken.

We took the 101 freeway to get to Hayward and decided we should stop at the beach to show Bails the water, sand, and snap a few pictures. Besides getting nasty tar on our shirts, jeans and eventually the car seats it was quite fun.

My little 80's work out girl.
interested in the water
The water was freezing. I was pretty sure that my toes were going to fall off and I regretted walking out this far the moment the water touched my feet.
Sam was smart. He left his shoes on. At least Bailey has one parent that understands the Pacific Ocean in the middle of winter is not fun to play or walk in.
At least I didn't get caught in a funny pose on camera. Or maybe its that I pick the pictures and quickly weed out the ones that make me look exceptionally silly, odd, or weird.
Sam has no such luck.

Impromptu photo shoots when you planned on being in a car all day usually means horrible outfits and overall appearances...
at least the background makes up for it.
One day we will live by the beach, where it is 65 degrees two days before Christmas.

Baby Meets Santa!

We all woke up exhausted. And yes I will admit; I was sore from walking around Disneyland all day. I know embarrassing. That is how out of shape I am. I smell a new years resolution that I won't keep.

Bails loved all the attention. I don't think she was by herself for a single second the entire trip. Uncle Robby was teaching her some racing tips.

and then before she knew what hit her she was out of her pj's, bathed, dressed, and on her way to meet Santa Claus himself.
We attempted a visit earlier in the week, but in Thousand Oaks all the Santa Claus' make you pay for pictures in order to sit on his lap. Sam thought of every way possible to avoid the purchase, but in the end I won out and Bailey got to meet Mr. Claus.

Here we are in line at the Oaks Mall.
A little nervous.
Then getting excited.
Thinking about what she is going to ask Santa for Christmas.
With Aunt Dana.
And finally the wait was over. I am pretty sure we waited longer to meet Santa then in any line the previous day at Disneyland.

We only had one tragic emergency. A blowout resulting in a slight wardrobe malfunction. Hopefully her poop tights didn't soak into Santa's pants.

Checking out the weird guy holding her. She lasted for about a minute, looking around at what the heck was going on before she had had enough and started crying.
We weren't supposed to use personal cameras at all, but since my Mom and Dad bought a nice camera a month earlier with a super giant lens we decided to have Sam stand in the way back and try to sneak some pictures of Bails and Santa. Sam got a few creepy stares, but I would say it was worth it.
And while Sam was off being sneaky taking all the pictures...
I may or may not have purchased one of their ridiculously overpriced packages.
Does it make it any better that it was the cheapest one? Sam doesn't think so.

To Grandma's (and Grandpa's) house we go...

It seems like an eternity ago, mostly because it was, that the three of us packed ourselves and our house up and left to spend a glorious Christmas in California. We spent almost a week in Thousand Oaks getting rained on. But that is okay because it was warm rain, compared to Utah, and we had plenty of fun.

We ate way too much...
hung around and relaxed...
Bailey was of course the center of attention the entire time...
and I am pretty sure Sam was not even exaggerating when he said that he didn't change a diaper, or hold Bailey for almost the whole two weeks we were away from home.
We were all spoiled and had plenty of firsts. And they will each get their own lime light so that in a few years when Bailey can complain and she tells me that she never gets to do anything fun I can prove her wrong by showing her pictures of this trip.

Muffin Top

Bailey loves her gray onesie and doesn't mind squeezing it on even though the "6 month" size waved good-bye to her long ago. Each week it gets a little more snug but whenever I say anything to Bailey,

she just reminds me that the muffin top is the best part!

At least she agreed not to wipe her mouth on her sleeve...my shirt however appears to be fair game.

Hooded Sweater

During the cold winter months everybody needs that warm and comfy hoodie that they basically wear daily and wash maybe monthly.

And if it so happens that aside from keeping you cozy that you also look wicked cute in it, then I guess that is just a bonus!

Although if I say she looks like the elvish princess from Lord of the Rings one more time Terri will probably punch me in the nose.

Crawiling lesson #1

Aunt Connie came over to teach Baby Bailey how to crawl.

It was basically a failed attempt, but it was quite entertaining to watch, and Bailey loved it.
After it became clear that Bailey still prefers being carried wherever she want to go Connie taught her a different trick.
She taught her to stand up and lean against the couch .
It is pretty cute. She gets all excited and can usually last around 30 seconds before she looks for the source of what is holding her up (aka her own legs) at which point her large head and gravity take over. That is usually when the crying starts and then we are back to square one...carrying her everywhere.

Baby's First Hockey Game

We decided to take our little scout-a-roos to a BYU Hockey game.

Bailey got to test out her bear suit while I sported the good ole scout shirt.
Besides the refs breaking up all the good fights we had a good time. I think I missed every single goal that was scored, but it is more entertaining to talk to friends and people watch.
Oh and note to self. If you give a cub scout some emergency money for the game he will find useless items to spend it all on. I can't judge the candy purchases because I was mostly right there with them, but buying a re-usable bag that was large enough to fit a scout inside? That one was beyond me.