You'd think the parents would be her biggest fan, or Bubbe Tamar, or me. Noooooooooooo - its the ceiling fan. I had been told about her fascination, but today she broke my heart. I'm standing with Yarden in front of a mirror in the living room and she rewards me with the biggest smile I've ever seen. Then I notice her eyes are focused not at MY baby blues, but slightly upward. There it is -- big ceiling fan, big smile. I test the theory several times with consistent results. It's not fair. I decide to distract her from her obsession by taking her for a walk in the stroller where she could focus on Grammy Grammy Grammy. She falls asleep.
The photographer from the kid's wedding, Toby Morris, came by this evening to take family pictures. You might recall he was a very creative person and took some amazing wedding pics with the evening sky in the background. It's dusk when he gets here, he sets up his lights, etc. and takes a zillion outdoor photos of the parents and baby. Yarden behaves perfectly and looks stunning. I'll post some photos of my own once I figure out holw to do it.
Of course it's late when he leaves, and then we do the putting-baby-to-bed routine, so now I'm getting used to eating dinner at 10:00. It's actually nice - almost Parisian - dining al freso with good conversation and good wine, albeit without the obnoxious French waiters.
