July 30, 2011

Hanging out in Windsor, CA (in the Napa/Sonoma region) to watch our friend Jason compete in a triathlon.

July 26, 2011

I took Clara for a walk to the bank and then to Target.  She was LOVING it and had this hilarious happy-alerted-grin the entire time.

July 23, 2011

Spending time at Manresa Beach.

July 22, 2011

Clara is always playing with her hair using her left hand.  It is something she has done since the first day she was born - probably even in the womb.  It is her comfort mechanism and she falls asleep this way a lot of the time.  

July 19, 2011

Clara turns 2 months old.

July 18, 2011

Clara's favorite toy is this Luv-Zoo playmate by Fischer-Price.

July 16, 2011

Camping with babies - more work, but definitely more fun.

July 15, 2011

At Costco getting ready for our camping trip.  Clara got hungry so we took a little bottle break.

July 10, 2011

Strawberry shortcake for dessert tonight.  Divine.

July 9, 2011

At Marianne's, our favorite ice cream parlor in Santa Cruz.  Paul got 10-20 (his favorite) and I got Raspberry Cheesecake swirl and Chocolate Brownie.

July 8, 2011

Clara does this funny thing with her hands when she is taking a bottle.

July 7, 2011

At Rio Del Mar Beach during Clara's growth spurt when she slept all the time.

July 4, 2011

Celebrating the 4th of July with friends and fireworks.  Sort of fireworks, I guess.

July 2, 2011

Paul installing attic vents to release the hot air that builds up in the attic and contributes to a warmer house on summer days.

July 1, 2011

We took Clara out to a restaurant for the very first time.  Everything went really well, although she decided she wanted to eat at the restaurant too. 

So we just took turns feeding her while dining on gyros and feta fries at our very favorite greek restaurant outside of Greece - Opa! in Willow Glen. 

Then we walked around downtown Willow Glen because the evening was so perfect.  People kept stopping us to ask how old Clara is and to coo over her adorableness. 

We bought fresh cherries and strawberries from a man selling them on the side of the street.  Paul used his spanish, which I love, and chatted with the guy about where he lives and where the cherries were from.  Turns out, I have been eating the wrong kind of cherries all my life, because the ones we bought were AMAZING.  They are the yellow and pink and red cherries rather than the dark purple cherries, which are the kind I am used to.