No No, Nola

As Nola's horizons broaden, with crawling and cruising, she has been increasingly exposed to the words, "No No!" Just writing that makes me sad, as I would love to say that our house is completely baby friendly and 100% baby-proof, but it's not, hence the numerous "No No!"s. And even though, a few months ago, everything was "DaDa," and then everything was briefly "MaMa," everything nowadays is, you guessed it, "No No!"

What's nice is this is the first term that seems to have the actual concept attached... and what's even nicer is that Nola consistently outs herself when she's up to no good. For instance, you could be right in the kitchen, just out of sight, and if you hear a resilient, "No No!" coming from the other room, you know it's Nola up to no good.

We didn't have any specific pics of Nola's ne'er-do-welling, so we thought we'd share some of her silly antics instead. Man, she's so great... even when she's being bad.

Going to the Pool

Rather than enrolling in the summer session of swim classes, we decided to practice our skills at our little community pool (particularly the ones that our swim teacher gave us failing grades for -- which was pretty much everything swim-related other than floating).

Yes, we know that the floaty won't help improve our head-bobbing-underwater-skills, but we're just not sure that mommy's ready for that skill to practiced yet anyway.

Who needs head-bobbing-underwater-skills anyway, when you look so cool in your hat and shades?

Um, mom, I meant that I looked cool in my shades... you just look ridiculous.