Sorry- No Pictures

Our Flickr account expired, and I know it's only like $20 or something but folks, that's diaper/diet coke money we'd be cutting into and I'm just not ready to make those sacrifices. The awful result is that you can't see the truly fantastic photo shoot Wren had yesterday in the poppy bed. I know it's cheesy and corny and yadda yadda but give me a break. If you were sitting there with an indescribably beautiful ladybaby (as Lazlo calls her for some unknown reason) a digital camera and a little field of poppies... I defy any of you, no matter how hard core, to say you wouldn't have done the same.

I had to put a stop to it about the fourth time she ate a flower, but oh well. The pictures are worth it.

I also have a nice set of Wren riding the dog. She sneaks off to do this when I'm not paying attention. She chases Ramona around the house, screaming in ecstasy, and then when Ramona finally retreats, cowering, to a corner, Wren moves in for the kill. She starts by straddling her at the tail end and working her way up until she's just behind Ramona's neck, and then she bounces up and down wildly like she's in the Houston Rodeo. It gets ugly, but Ramona is so unbelievably stoic. I feel guilty, but it's so funny it's hard to make Wren stop. Ramona won't knock her off, she'll just wait until Wren gets bored and slides down, and then she'll slink away to the door and beg to go outside, presumably to lick her wounds, real and metaphorical, and try to recapture some dog dignity.

Somehow I think she'll take to the 'outside dog' thing better than we're expecting. We're still planning on moving into our community house in early June, and then heading off to Texas in mid-July. I'm very excited about seeing the family, and I'm also hoping Wren will have fun playing with her big girl cousins, now that she's more than a lump-o-baby.

Lazlo's winding down this quarter and we're getting ready to say goodbye to many friends who are graduating from Fuller. I've finally gotten around to getting out with other moms, and that's been pretty great. If only I were more outgoing, more extroverted, more organized... you know. Maybe I could put together a summer play group or something. Being around other kids and moms really gives me some perspective on Wren. My preliminary conclusion: she's a funny little girl. While other kids are screaming and holding onto their mom's legs in the nursery, Wren toddles off and doesn't even look up when I tell her goodbye. She doesn't look particularly thrilled to see me when I come back either. Today she gave me a cursory wave 'hello' and then went back to her bag of cheerios. When I look through the window she just seems totally self-contained and invovled in whatever she's doing. Like at home when she'll just play by herself for an hour. What a funny kid. We're so lucky to have her.