Myriah's Visit

Lillian smiles quite a bit now. This is my best effort to capture it with the camera. She sort of just finished smiling and was moving into her "standard look" (see below).


My friend Myriah normally attends BYU-I, but is home for a week inbetween semesters.



She thinks the pictures of Lillian don't do her justice. I think these ones are pretty cute.


It was so much fun having her here. And, I tried out a new recipe for dinner. It was really easy and really good. Tyler rated it a 9 out of 10.

Russian Chicken

Ingredients:
5-6 chicken breasts
1 c. apricot jam (or orange)
8 oz Russian dressing (I substituted Catalina)
1 pkg dry onion soup mix

Mix dressing, jam and onion soup mix. Place chicken in baking dish. Pour sauce mixture over chicken. Bake, covered, at 350 for 1 hour and 15 minutes. Remove covering for last half hour of baking. Serve over rice.

Let me know what you think! 

Sunday

Like I said, we didn't get any pictures of Lillian in the beautiful dress Grandma Marti got for her. Mom did... or maybe I'll just put her back in it and take a picture.


Being burped by Grandpa Mark.


These are at the luncheon that we had after church. Here's the Hill family making a friend on the see-saw.


Tyler was unsure about the roller slide, but went down like a champ.


Tyler's sister Tonya and Lillian. 

Avila Beach

It was so great having everyone here for the weekend. I had a lot of fun, and I hope everyone else did as well. I wasn't very good at taking pictures, though. So, if you have any to share, especially the ones we took out in front of the church, let me know or email them to me!


Lillian and her cousin Nathan. During a rendition of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat," she began to fuss leading Nathan to conclude that she doesn't like songs.


Out on the Avila Pier. I don't know if it was because of an influx of fish or what, but there were a million sea lions and pelicans out in the water. This also meant sharks, so the water was closed.

 

Some Pictures

This is Lillian's standard look. Never just chills out, always concerned about something.


Tyler's parents got us this great glider chair for our birthdays. We keep it next to her crib and she loves rocking in it (for 5 minutes... actually, like most babies, she only likes anything for 5 minutes, sleeping and eating excepted).

 

Gentian Violet

Our thrush is just not going away with our present regimen of Nystatin suspention and cream. In fact, it was getting worse. So, on the recommendation of Allison and several women in my ward, we decided to try gentian violet.


At first, I think she was distracted by the novelty of the Q-tip and the taste of the solution.


She then decided it was poison.


The good news is that even one day later, her thrush is already starting to clear up. 

The Good Samaritan

In institute last night, we had a wonderful lesson about the parable of the Good Samaritan. In the class, our teacher based his lesson off this article in which the parable is presented as an allegory for the plan of salvation. The idea, I guess, was well known in the early church and is presented in a number of stained-glass windows in cathedrals around Europe. The article is a bit long, but it is really something to think about, and would make a good family home evening.

Apple Season

Apple season is officially open in See Canyon!!! Usually, it opens during the last week in July, but it was late this year on account of all the rain. It also happened to coincide with Tyler's birthday. To celebrate both, we bought 15 pounds of Gravensteins and I made an apple crisp instead of a cake.


Happy birthday Tyler! The Gravensteins (not our favorite apple, by the way. We adore the Burgundy which traditionally ripens right around our birthdays, but they don't know when it'll be up this year) are very tart. Normally, when we leave the apple farm, we eat about two apples just in the car on the way to the freeway. I could only handle one this time; I bit into it and my salivary glands started hurting. That's how tart we're talking. Tyler ate two just because the first one "killed his tastebuds." Even after the crisp and the seven or so apples each we've eaten, we still have seven pounds left.


Maybe next year she'll be more excited about the apples.


This is the watch I got Tyler for his birthday. The picture's blurry, but you get the idea.

So Big

I can't believe how big she's getting! She's getting some really nice rolls on her legs. 

Swaddled

I was making and eating my oatmeal when I looked over and she was just peaking out, like no big deal. It all fell apart during the time it took me to find the camera.



I feel a little bad for Tyler because I get to spend all day with Lillian when she's happy and mostly sleepy and right about the time he gets home from work is when her fussy time starts.
Occasionally, then have some quality daddy-daughter time.


It went from being 95 degrees yesterday to foggy today. It's burned off by now; I just thought it was odd. 

Sunday Best

Last Sunday was Lillian's first time in a dress. It was a little white muumuu type dress that Rileigh gave us. Everyone agreed that she was super cute. 

Chris Farley Face

Tyler's brother Jason got us this kick and play thing. Tyler put her in it this morning. I think she was pretty engaged.




I tried to capture the double chin she's working on. This picture doesn't really do it justice; it is often present to such a degree that Tyler jokes she looks like Chris Farley when he makes his fat face. When she was four days old, the lactation consultant predicted that she was going to be a little butterball by the time she was a month old, and as she's almost nine pounds, I'd say she was right.

 

The meanest thing ever

Lillian had sort of a hard night last night. Well, we've had a hard couple of nights. Last night, she fussed from 1 AM to around 5:30. It was a horrible guessing game we were playing. Hungry? No. Swaddled? No. Burp? No. Swing? Vibrating chair? Rocking? No. Needless to say, I was looking forward to her morning nap. We got up, ate breakfast, did the whole morning thing, then around 9:30, she started getting sleepy. I put her down, delighting in my forthcoming nap. Unfortunately, the city of San Luis Obispo chose the exact moment that my head hit the pillow, I mean, timed to the precise second, to cut a hole in the street outside my window with a jackhammer. It was the meanest thing anyone has ever done to me.