A catch-up and a keep-up

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn? 
    -- Jane Austen, P&P

What happens when a professional musician comes home, takes off his tux, and gets on the floor with a cheesy 1/8 size violin and 3 silly little boys? (This video was taken almost a year ago, but I just can't resist. It's too perfect for the new blog. :)

(Fluffy and the fiddle are reading from Kevin Henkes' Lilly's Purple Plastic Purse.)

 

And Project 365 Rosebud continues! These pictures are from last week, and she is now 8 months old.

(tragedy! I need to put some weights on her head to stop her from growing so fast!)

 

She is now officially uninterested in my camera.

 

No crawling yet.

 

No teeth yet.

 

And no sleeping through the night.

(Exacto formed a stuffed-animal barrier here to keep her from falling off the bed.)

 

Just sheer cuteness.

my favorite moment today

~ lying on my back on the trampoline with Rosebud right next to me at dusk. the static electricity made her hair stick up, and her arm went into my hair and sometimes she pulled it. we looked up at the shockingly blue sky (never blue here in AR except after huge storms followed by cold fronts). white clouds scudding across. branches and leaf crowds in trees being pushed around by the strong sudden winds. birds soaring way higher than I realized birds can soar. I looked over at Rose and she had her two fingers in her mouth (in pianospeak: it's always her RH 3 and 4 :). Exacto came out then, and lay on the other side of Rose and told me that the sky was a huge river and the clouds were boats and we were glued to the bottom of a bridge staring down. next came Fluffy and his eyes looked like the sky and his hair was sculptured from wearing his bike helmet for almost three hours, and he kept threatening to bounce us. it got cold and Rose and I came in.