oh spooky day

Happy Halloween, everyone! 

Hope your day was as spooky cute as ours.

Notice the bow on my pumpkin? I must be obsessed with forehead bows because I SO didn't mean to make my pumpkin look like Margaret. (No, like, honest to goodness.) Also, please appreciate Adam's wicked cool eye-patch. My husband is so way talented, it's eerie.

 Maggie with her accidental pumpkin-sake.

 

She looks thrilled, doesn't she?

Boo to you and yours.

the half of it

Surprise! It's a party.

It's our daughter's half-birthday today. (And my 100th post!)

In Margaret's wee six months of lifedom, she has become a crawling, jabbering, bouncing baby girl. She giggles when I get her out of the crib in the morning, she loves a busy print, she observes everything she can get her eyes on, she cocks her head to the side when she really needs to concentrate, she looks so darn cute in jeans (no, like, so darn cute), she constantly sticks out her tongue, she blows raspberries in her spare time, and she thinks her dad is hilarious.

As for how much we love her? She doesn't even know the half of it.

As a blog party favor, please appreciate her brand new crawling skill in the video below. I've tried to entice her with toys to get the crawling on camera — and no go. But when I tried candy? It was crawl time, y'all.

And yes, that is me saying, "You're so advanced" at the end of the video. What do we call it, Hallstroms? Ah, yes. Humbly proud. :)

baby talk

What's Margaret thinking when we do our weekly photo shoots? 

I have an idea.

"So it's a hat this week? What will the bows think!"

"I suppose this is mildly amusing."

"Never mind. It's snore-ing! What is this, like, week 100?"

"I give up. And I'm not even wearing pants!"

"Fine. We'll do more. But I'm going to spit bubbles all the way through it."

"I'm running out of ideas here."

"This has got to be the winner. I look pensive and everything."