In the haze of travel, I never posted a very important thing; Lily turned 1!!
Technically, she wasn’t one until we got back to Germany, but since we are not German, we celebrated a bit early in Phoenix. Who am I to deny grandma the chance to bake her a cake? Since my brother and dad’s birthdays were all within a few days of each other, we combined them for a fun, 1st, 40th and 67th birthday celebration.
Clair, of course, had to help grandma make the cake.
The finished product was lovely, and it is also very similar to Uncle Mark’s first birthday cake (and also mine, I think).
The obligatory standing by the first birthday cake photo. Lily was having none of it, so this was the best photo we could get.
Perhaps, she just wanted grandpa to hold her
Clair was not too thrilled with the fact that everyone was singing happy birthday to Lily rather than her.
But then she got cake, and she was OK with it.
Lily got her own train car and went to town
And, then grandpa’s cake started to look pretty good too.
After some cake, Grandpa absorbed some of the sugar crazy, and also composed what is now known as the “Lily Song”
Good Genes
This is my aunt Sib – may her genes be somewhere in my aching middle aged body.
She is the sister of my maternal grandmother, and she is 90 years old. She lives on her own in a nice house in Prescott. We went to visit her while in Phoenix, and she looks amazing as always. Actually, looking at old photos, I could honestly tell her that she looks even better at 90 than she did at 70!
What is even more amazing is that her good health is not just superficial. Thanks to some recent medical issues, she had a full neurological work up. Fortunately, the problems she been having may be easily treatable. But, the doctor told her that she has the brain of a healthy 60 year old! I guess that explains why she can still take care of herself and her home. Not to mention that she knitted the girls matching caps this time (she also sewed Clair a dolly the last time we were there).
Man, I hope I have inherited some of those genes!!
Boxes, Little boxes
We are definitely not in Phoenix anymore. Rather than walk out back into the sunshine in the morning, we need to do this before taking the girls out for a walk (if we leave the house at all):
Fortunately, we have had the benefit of boxes to help fill the time! First, we got a new ceiling lamp so Clair got to practice being a contortionist.
Then, thankfully, Clair’s new car seat came to us over the weekend, and it came in a huge box! It couldn’t have come at a better time since both girls we sick, and we were stuck inside for two days. So, how much can we get out of one box?
Well, we built a house on the first evening. Then, the next morning, of course, we had to paint it. Fortunately, Santa brought the girls some painting supplies.
The next day, the house was far less exciting. so WINGS! Clair needed wings! (not sure where that came from).
Lily needed a pair as well, and then we had to watch the Sesame Street episode where they try to teach a baby bird to fly. This, upon reflection, was not the best idea. It did distract them for a few minutes, but it was quite a let down when Clair realized that her wings didn’t actually work.
By the end of day 2 of the big box, Clair needed a puppet show.
Not bad for one box. It is still standing so far. I give it another week before we have completely chopped it up.
As an aside, and because it is such a cute movie, this is something else we spend time doing at the moment. Someone is very enthusiastic about peak-a-boo (that someone may be me). sorry about the sideways video; I was distracted by the baby cuteness.














































