Strange title for a post, right? Maile’s really into picking out her own outfits and putting them on by herself. She also doesn’t limit herself to her own closest either – she already likes sharing clothes with Mommy. In particular, mommy’s underwear. Last weekend we realized (after running errands to the grocery store) that Maile had put on Mommy’s underwear at some point over her own pants – no wonder Mommy got a few strange looks in the checkout line!
(Note: all underwear used in this blog post were fresh from the wash…)
Hmm... this doesn't feel right. I think there is a better way to wear this.
If I could just get this over my head and belly, I think I'll be good...
Hey, a little help here?
Maile's 2011 March Madness Bracket
We wanted to make sure we got this post up before the games start tomorrow afternoon. We know a lot of you rely on Maile’s March Madness picks for your own pools (she did have Duke last year after all!)
This afternoon, Maile and I sat down and worked on her bracket. Maile Girl is not one to go conservative, she picked some big upsets in the early rounds: Wofford over BYU, Temple over San Diego St and Georgia over UNC (it’s in her blood, she can’t root for the Tar Heels).
Her Final Four is: Syracuse, Duke, Kansas and Pittsburgh. She has Duke beating Pittsburgh in the championship game.
Here’s how she did it…
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Jake hosted a haircutting party on Saturday and the SF gang got together to get much needed haircuts from Jake’s Aunt. It was a good opportunity for Maile and Hannah to catch up since they hadn’t seen each other in roughly 12 hours.
Cool party. Yeah, I'm having fun.
Let's see if we can both smile at the same time. 1-2-3.
Doh!
I’ve been working really late hours getting ready for March Madness (my company builds a product that helps people fill in their brackets).
Every once in awhile, I turn around and see this…
Hi Daddy, I can't sleep.
Like my new smile? I've been working on it...
Maile Girl here. My daddy has been working very hard lately (March is his busiest time of the year). On Saturday, I decided he needed a break and suggested we head down to In N’ Out for lunch. (Word on the street that In N’ Out is like bananas and blueberries for daddies.)
I told Daddy, sit back and relax and I’ll feed you french fries …
(Dad note: I definitely enjoyed my lunch break with Maile Girl and Chris!)
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Chris and Grandma Gail were playing around with Maile giving her a “towel dress” the other night and we realized her getup looked very familiar…
Christine - circa 1977
Maile - circa 2011
Chalk up another thing that Maile no longer needs us for: “reading” stories….
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Maile Girl here. Gramma and Papa (the Mommy version) are in town visiting. We’re spending lots of time together while Mommy and Daddy work. I’ve been showing Gramma and Papa the ropes of how things roll in Maile Girl world. Papa has an iPhone now, so I told him we should take pictures as we go about our day for the blog. So I guess you can consider this Papa Cal’s first ever blog post!
Check out my bling! Pretty, right?
I make Gramma walk at my pace - sometimes you just need to slow things down and smell the rose ... and check out the cracks in the sidewalk ... and touch every car on the street ... and walk up to every door....
I asked Papa to send this picture to Mommy after she went to work the other day - I was a little emotional when she was leaving, but I recovered quickly...
Gramma seemed jealous that everyone always feeds me, so I decided to help her out with her lunch...
Just chillin', waiting for story time to start...
Sticker Time!
I was a little afraid at the aquarium, but Gramma protected me...
After the aquarium, I treated Gramma and Papa to lunch (okay, not really, but I tried to grab the check and Papa just wouldn't have it...)
This week Maile started getting an early start on staying fit with Grandma Gail’s morning exercise routine…
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Grandpa Cal shows Maile the bubble gun...
Grandpa Cal was on a mission as soon as he touched down in SF to get Maile Girl a bubble gun. His first attempt didn’t go so well – he tried to get Maile to walk up to Walgreens with him (about 10 blocks away), but they only made it 2 blocks (Maile was much more interested in investigating every crack in the sidewalk and door on the way up the street).
Grandpa was finally successful and bubble wonderment commenced…
Papa, are you sure about this?
I'm going to try to touch them, okay?
Hmm ... they really are slippery...
Come on bubbles, come to Maile!
Almost. Got. It.
