Photos from last weekend, when Mr. W’s mom and dad drove out from Vegas to meet their newest granddaughter. It was a cranky weekend for Allie, but the photos don’t make it look that way! *patting self on back* (BTW, Allie made a poopie on the 8th day while waiting for her grandparents’ arrival Saturday morning, and hasn’t had another one since. =P ) As always, hover mouse pointer over the photos for captions.

Allie tries on her serious expression as she’s held by grandma.

“So this is another set of grandma and grandpa, you say?”

It was a beautiful 90 degree March day, and we had lunch outside.

Daddy thought it’d be fun to put her in the hammock.

“Please, God, don’t let me fall from this hammock like daddy did…three times. Amen.”

It was so warm daddy decided to give her a little sunbathing time. Just for a minute or two.

Allie got to do her new favorite thing: walking!

Yeah, that’s what I look like these days — hair out of my face and out of baby’s grasp, no contacts, no makeup. Sorry, people. I’ll make more of an effort when I go back to work. Maybe.

Monday morning, Allie’s having breakfast conversation with grandma. “This is what I, personally, like to do with a giraffe,” Allie is saying.

Munch munch munch. Her gums actually make squeaking sounds against Sophie’s rubbery legs.

Grandma helps Allie see herself in the mirror as grandpa looks on.

“Yeah, the mirror is great and all, but you know what I prefer? That’s right. My hands.”