All washed up

Bathtime with Celeste is so fun. She and her dad are serious about getting clean.

Grandmothers and Pumpkin Patches

On Saturday I drove to New Hope, PA to meet up with my mom and my grandmother. We met at Washington's Crossing park for a gathering of four generations of Lefren females. It was a pleasure to see both my mother and her mother with my baby girl. They were both so understanding when Celeste became cranky. At one point we thought about going out to lunch and circled around touristy, crowded New Hope and then attempted to eat at a pizza place crowded with young soccer players and their families. We finally decided to eat back in the park where we met. The grandmothers had, of course, thought ahead and packed cheese sandwiches in waxed paper, cans of tomato juice, and a big Ball jar of water. Celeste seemed to enjoy the attention and the autumn breezes while being changed on the picnic table.

On Sunday Peter and I went to a local farm with our friends Oswaldo, Diley and their son Matias. We ate hot dogs and pulled pork sandwiches, and tramped through a corn maze and into a pumpkin patch. It's feeling like fall. It is strange and exciting to live so close to functioning farms. I think that Thanksgiving will be delicious here.

BFF's

Here are some photos of Celeste "playing" with Ellie this afternoon.
They didn't seem to notice each other but they did hold hands.

Chubby Chaser

She's 3 months old and she's experiencing a growth spurt. We put Celeste in her footed pajamas and they fit her like stirrup pants now, the legs are too short. She's also becoming quite chubby. Bathing her involves exploring her folds with a washcloth. She even has a roll of fat around her wrist now, it looks as if she has a rubber band around it.

This last weekend we left Celeste with our friends Meghan and Dan who have a baby girl. Peter and I went off to see David Sedaris in downtown Easton. Meghan and Dan put the 2 baby girls on their bed to see if they'd interact. Apparently Celeste and Baby Ellie seemed completely unaware of each other except Celeste kept holding Ellie's hand. We're taking this as proof that she's going to grow up to be an affectionate and true-blue friend.

P.S. In the photos of me and Celeste it looks like we're in a blue sleeping bag together. However fun that sounds, we're not. It's a fabric wrap that I use as a baby carrier. These are fairly common in more populated areas but here in Easton it attracts a good deal of attention. It's a real hit with the "hippy" crowd. I wore it to the grocery store the other day and a woman with long gray french braids and a Beatles t-shirt was like, "Right ON!"