Cute James' First Birthday

Today I got all pretty...


...and went to my friend James' birthday party:


You can see that I was so beautiful that he couldn't even focus on his candles and cupcake.

Well, OK, for a brief while, anyway... then the familiar carnage ensued.


Happy first birthday, James!

--Maddie

Springtime!

In springtime, a young family's thoughts turn to thoughts of real estate. We're pimping the house to sell, so naturally mom and dad have put me to work landscaping...


Inside, I'm also doing my best to help, including unleashing a baby-powder cloud that I thought would give the nursery the perfect smell that would make buyers swoon.


No, that's not smudges on the lens. That's the flash reflecting off the powder in the air.

Meanwhile, dad got a new outfit. Mom says it makes him look like big, blue marshmallow:

Bucking the trend

I exist. Take that, statistics.

Seriously, though, this might explain why Barritt's dad left grad school for law school.

A force of nature

Apparently, word is out that I'm moving to California.

Baa-aa-aa

For some reason, this picture from the NY Times reminds me eeriliy of Dad's and my morning hair-brushing and clothing routine:


Except Dad doesn't have one of those fantastic hats.

Here's the real story. It's a good thing Dad didn't see that story before he got a job... $80 an hour to shear sheep might have sounded pretty good.

Oh, right, almost forgot to mention... Dad got a job. At Fuller Seminary. To me, this means moving near Hollywood, which will make it so much more convenient for me to become a star!

What doesn't kill you...

Yes, this blog still exists.

We are only just emerging from the rigors of dad's job search, and our dark den of late-winter sickness. I just got over pneumonia -- fun, like swimming in a lake of phlegm.

Dad, who had been eerily healthy as Mom and I were battling wave after wave of germs, returned from his final job interview and promptly became deathly ill as well. You can call that mind over body, or the grace of God -- as you wish.

Anyway, let's see, what have I missed? Dad, Nana, and I all shared a birthday party in Durham:


I have also gotten really into gymnastics, although since I'm going to be six feet tall, it may not be my true calling as an athlete. This is me on the trampoline:


But, in truth, this is a better representation of the past few weeks: