Laowai

Or at least I want to have a badmeister t-shirt. We went to the strandbad (swimming park by the lake) last night and Brian and I both noticed the badmeister walking around in his badmeister t-shirt. He’s the bath master – or the guy in charge – like a lifeguard. We had to snicker, he even had a special room to go in and the door was labeled badmeister. 

The girls and I made a trek out to IKEA and picked up some popsicle makers. Bea poured the juice in all by herself and then proceeded to ask me about one hundred times if they were ready to eat yet. She was very proud when they were finally ready to eat. Drip, drip, drip…

 

 

Look who has transitioned to her crib. She had been hitting the sides of the bassinet with her arms and waking herself up. So now the sight of the bassinet in the corner of my room makes me sad every time I glance at it. Stop growing so fast baby! And yes, yes – she’s on her belly – don’t worry it’s just a nap and I was in the room with her listening to her little snorts the whole time.

 

The nectarines and peaches have been so good – I had to make stone fruit tea cake from this book. 

And here’s Claire fresh from her bath with some crazy hair. She’s saying hey I’m the babymeister and I’m just chillin’ here on Daddy’s shoulder.