The Many Moods of Moira

When Moira was first born, she spent a lot of time looking like this.

But as time goes on, she has added to her repertoire of moods and facial expressions.

 

Unhappy. She mastered this early on.

 

Suspicious.

 

Triumphant. With just a slight change of head position. Such talent.

 

Cross-eyed. Not a mood, but funny.

 

Long-suffering.

 

Skeptical. Who could blame her after the long-suffering she was just subjected to?

 

Attentive.

 

Tired, which makes frequent appearances.

 

Self-conscious. Does my hair look okay?

 

Um…hard-working. Yeah.

 

Playful.

 

Surprised.

 

Boom!

 

Eh?

 

Hungry.

 

Frustrated. True story: I once walked into the bedroom in response to a terrific bout of screaming, only to find Moira pulling her own hair, completely unable to let go. Did I say once? I meant several different times. You did it to yourself, child.

 

Determined.

 

Proud. Of being three months old!

Snotnose the Pirate

Who is the most fearsome pirate on the seven seas?

 

Snotnose, that’s who!

 

Arrrrrrgh!

 

No, Ari – do a pirate face, not duck lips.

 

What, Mom?

 

No, Ari – don’t be super cute. Be super fearsome!

 

Like this, Mom?

 

Not exactly.

 

Wait, I got it!

 

Close enough, Snotnose.

Happy Birthday, Veronica!

Five years ago today I was looking at this sweet face.

 

Now I’m looking at this sweet face. No, not the green one.

True to tradition, Daddy made pancakes for breakfast in bed.

 

Then Veronica got to pick dinner. She chose Pizza Hut. I thought about trying to talk her into something different, but she has been wanting to try “Pizza Hunt” for a long time.

 

Also by request, cakes “like from Brave.”

 

And, of course, the candle must be licked.

 

Five! So big. When did that happen?

 

Loving daughter.

 

Bestest big sister.

 

A reason to celebrate!

 

Just hoping I don’t turn into a bear.

I Scream, You Scream, Babies Scream

It’s my brother’s birthday today! Or yesterday. Since it will be Saturday by the time I’m done writing this. To celebrate, a crowd of us went to the Sugar Bowl.

 

I think Ari was in heaven.

 

Look at that face! And those eyes! Love.

 

Why yes, I did enjoy my ice cream. Or rather, my mom’s ice cream. Which makes it mine.

 

Omi got some Moira time.

 

Ice cream is more important than saying cheese.

 

Cousins. Birthday boy on the right.

 

My sweetheart.

 

Playing a little whack-a-mole. Er, shark.

 

Me and my baby.

Snap, the job’s a game!

 

Today I gave each of the girls a plastic bag and instructed them to go on a trash-collecting mission. Naturally, they had to come up with some sort of game of pretend to make this chore more fun (thanks, Mary Poppins).

What imaginary game did they settle on?

Picking up dog poop. Sounds like a lot more fun, doesn’t it?

Moira - Two Weeks Already

Moira Heidi Greene.

 

9.0 lbs, 21 inches.

 

Born 4/25/13 at 10:27 pm.

 

Cuddly.

 

Chill.

 

Totally cool.

 

Champion eater.

 

Champion sleeper.

 

Yo.

 

The new star of the show.

 

Loved by her big sisters.

 

All.

 

Three.

 

Socks for mittens.

 

One week old.

 

Two weeks old.