30 May 2006
How cute are we--all dressed up for a funeral
Hey, any excuse to put on a cute outfit and be admired. This photo was taken right after our trip to New Ulm. Bella slept the whole way there and almost the whole way back--pooping herself awake about 2/3 of the way home, forcing us to stop at Emma Krumbee's Restaurant and Apple Orchard. Sounds family-friendly, right? It's called "Emma Krumbee's" for gosh's sake. It has a bakery and a gift shop and a pumpkin patch. How much warmer, fuzzier, full of family-values can you get? You would THINK they would have a CHANGING TABLE. But no, apparently Emma's babies never soiled themselves.
Now I know why my mom still hates a restaurant they went to in 1975 that didn't have highchairs.
The funeral was for Brent's uncle. Brent's family funerals are nice because afterwards you get to console yourself with German potato salad. mmmm.... consiliatory potato salad.... Bella sat through about half of the service before expressing her restlessness with loud AHHHH noises. Then we went out into the entry way where we bounced and reviewed a helpful pamphlet, "A Catholic Response to the Da Vinci Code." Which was interesting and fired me up to see the movie (probably not the intended response). So Sunday we got a sitter and went to see it. Which makes for three movies in one weekend, since Friday was our first drive-in adventure of the season.
Speaking of Movies!
Here is the latest installment in the Bella film festival. I call this one, Bella: 4 months (22M) and it features her rolling over as well as many special effects. Her first two roll-overs weren't caught on film--first roll-over ever was while I turned around to get a burp cloth (d'oh!) and the second took about 20 minutes. We actually have the end of that one on tape but it didn't make for very exciting movie watching.
"Solid" food not as big of a hit as expected
I was so excited to have Bella try some cereal. Who doesn't like cereal? and a spoon! Who doesn't like to eat off of a rubber spoon? You'd think we were feeding her horseradish.
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