Babies in tummies babies on floors!

She sees the camera, she likes the camera, she eats the camera!
And if my girl doesn't have her daddy's sweet eyes then I will eat my hat...(or the camera?)




Today Greta and I made a trip to Silverdale with Aunties Meg and Lindz to celebrate Lindsey's little Brennan in her belly!
It was great to see some of my favorite people from the place I spent so much time growing up in.
and crazy to see all of the babies of my friends crawling around the floor where I used to be crawling on the floor (only in my case it was teenage angst).
Time does zoom!

Happenings

Things are surely picking up around the Walter house.
We are still knee deep in the closing process of this little number.If I haven't mentioned it before it's only because I still can't believe that we are actually pulling off buying a house (such a grown up thing) and that we really will be moving next month!
So we are pricing repairs and renovations and spending way too much time thinking about things like grout.
Then you have Greta, braking records in the 200 meter crawl. As I posted last week she was inches away from crawling and later that day she did! It's been "Wow! You're over there!" since.
On top of Dr.s visits and friends and family flowing in and out we have had lots of happenings!
Tomorrow we will be joined by the Great Juice Johnson, whose name is neither really Juice nor Johnson but to every one else a simple Lindsey will do. She is great with child and has come from VA to show us her tummy and to play!
So if you don't see me for a few days it's because well that first big thing, then chasing the other thing, and playing with that last thing.
Oh and one more thing!
This stuff! Now available at my Etsy Shop:)

The Market!

Saturday mornings Kent takes me to the Saturday Market to let me play.
It is our favorite way to buy eggs, flowers, and produce for the Maison de Walter. It is also where we get new and tasty vittles for The Barley's meals.
This week we are on a beetventure! After much back and forth-ing at the market (Kent being on team beet, and me being on team anything the doesn't stain like beets) Kent rallied for the win and Greta will be feasting beets for the week.
Our trips usually have the objective of picking out Greta's new veggie, but along the way we are happy to pick up whatever tasty snack presents itself whether it's a hot hero sub served by two very tan, very Italian men, or a ratatouille tamale fresh out of the imagination.
Greta is eyeing Dad's sub. I don't blame her, it's Nom!
I think one of my favorite parts are the amazing flowers. There is something so luxurious about having fresh flowers at home during the week. 5 dollars and 15 dahlias later I parcel my bouquet into smaller vases and place them about the house to add sunshine.
The market is such a happy place! All the stands of seasonal fruits, vegetables, and smiling mom and pop farmers. Each week we go we leave with the impulse to quit what we're doing and start carrying shovels.

-P.s. Greta is breath away from crawling...so you can expect a post saying "Look who's crawling!" to be popping up soon.

All aboard for Ocean Shores!

We had such a lovely vacation last week!
A whole gang of family (21 of us at least) made it to Ocean Shores on Sunday to spend several days together in a train-turned-house to play games, eat food, and all in all enjoy one another and the beach.
It was Greta's first true beach experience and her first dip was thoroughly documented.
During the day there were kites, boccie ball, Frisbee, and sandcastles....actually just one sand castle, also known as Kent's Pride which there is more photographic evidence of than New York City.
It is a great Hall tradition to make sand castles at Ocean Shores, the like that will land you a spot in the news (true!) This year the building was overseen by Kent S. Walter eager to prove that the Walters can represent.
And when everyone else was back at the train eating lunch and playing Yahtzee he was at the beach dating the sand castle.
Upon completion it featured a working moat, draw bridges that could withstand the weight of an adult, a mud quarry, and stable area!Each night all the aunts, uncles, and cousins would cozy into the kitchen caboose and lie to one another in noisy games of Mafia. Nothing brings a family together like suspicion, deceit, and betrayal:) Then we would pile into the hot tub until half of the water had displaced and it was just a jumble of cousin's limbs much like pickles in a pickle jar.
We had such a good time though it was a sad day Wednesday when we had to say good bye to everyone.
We had family going back to Texas, California, and Idaho, and it was like the day after Christmas when all that's left is scattered wrappings.
Greta spent most of our time at the beach on grandpa's shoulders. I think this picture is hilarious and it looks like she didn't want to go home either.