Tonight, Olivia and I got all dressed up for the Trick-or-Treaters. All two of them. I was a princess and Olivia was my duck. Anyway, when the night was over, Olivia pigged out on the left-over candy. 

Photo shoot in the woods! The Zapf's came to visit and we went to the park. It was so beautiful we took a gazillion pictures. Here are the Zapf girls. Olivia was too busy trying to fit her fist in her mouth. She forgot to smile. 

Not fair. Melissa's picture turned out professional-quality! 

Shannon's was really good, too. 

By the time we had figured out how to get the majority of the sun off of Josh's face, Olivia was tired of smiling. 

The only way we get to eat in peace anymore is if we give Olivia her very own plate. And we have to make sure there's something on it she can play with. (We discovered this after she grabbed a handful of Josh's spaghetti one night). This particular night, we put her paci on the plate. I caught this picture right as she picked up the paci and tried to put it in her mouth! She fumbled, though, and it fell out. 

Ashley, I know it's not the shirt you got her, but this will have to do until that one fits! (KITTY!!!) 

Who Loves Baby Contest

At one of my baby showers, I received a babyproof photo album. It can be licked, gummed, and squeezed. It's really a nice invention. It holds six photos. One for Josh and me, one for Josh's family, and one for my family.

In case you're horrible at math, that leaves three pages.

I figured I could make this into a contest.

If you think your picture deserves to be in the Who Loves Baby photo album, convince me and you just may land in one of those three coveted spots.

Arguments can be put in the comments and potential photo entries can be emailed to thezapfs@gmail.com

Close Enough

Well, I didn't get the 13 comments that Ashley got, but 8 is good enough for me. I actually got 9 if you count Josh's aunt who couldn't figure out how to comment, so she emailed me. Anyway, I couldn't deprive you any longer of Olivia pictures. So here you go.

Oh, and Olivia has something to say to you all:

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What does one do with an elephant after one catches it? 

Olivia's all ready for her bath... 

Comment Deficiency

Okay, Ashely posts about burnt rice and she gets 13 comments. I post about the cutest human being in all of creation past, present, and future and I can't break 2 comments? Does anyone see these anymore? Should I be posting more on culinary disasters? Because I can do that, you know. For example: the other day, I made oatmeal in the microwave and melted the bowl.

Orchard Traditions

We went back to Anderson Orchard today. This was Olivia's second trip there. But the first time she went, she didn't have such a good view. See, it was a year ago October 30th that Josh and I went on that historic trip to Southeastway Park for a beautiful walk, then Anderson Orchard to pick out a pumpkin, and then Wal-Mart to buy a home pregnancy test.

So last year I carried her, this year Josh carried her, next year she'll walk all by herself. *sniff* They grow up so fast!

Olivia picked out the pumpkin for us. 

She wanted to eat the apple. We let her suck on one when we got home. She liked it. 

Lost Olivia Footage!

I was looking in my camera case and found my other memory card! It had all these pictures of Olivia that I had taken and never loaded onto the computer. Enjoy!

This was the day she got her belly button (her cord stump fell off). Look how skinny those legs were! 

This was her first bath. How cute is she?! 

This was the morning before her first day of Church. Daddy was so enthralled with her that he didn't realize the camera cord was in the shot. 

Johnny Jump-Up

Olivia experiences independence... and LIKES it!!! 

Baby Fist

Olivia has discovered her fist. It's quite fascinating to watch her be so fascinated by a part of the body we totally take for granted. She'll stare at it, open it, close it, grab things with it, and try to shove it into her mouth. Better than television. Especially now that baseball's on every channel. Ick.

She's also drooling like crazy.

Oh, and she's sleeping in her own crib. The first night we tried this new arrangement, we didn't sleep. She woke up every hour. The next night we comprimised. We took the side of the crib off and pushed the crib up against the bed. Then when she would start to stir in the middle of the night, I'd just reach out and pat her back or touch her face. She'd be immediately comforted and go back to sleep. And I can see her. It's better for everyone.

And I'm hosting a Pampered Chef party on December 3. You're all invited. If you can't make it, I'll get you a catalog and you can still order lots of cool stuff. The more you spend, the more I get. Ashley, I know it's a long drive, but it's worth it, isn't it? I'll let you hold Olivia!

Well, I guess that's it. But I won't sign my name - oh no! Apparently that's not good blog-ettiquitte. I'm not sure that's how you spell that, but it's French so I don't care. I should just spell it phonetically: "Et-i-kit"

I can't stop! I need closure! How do end a post if not with my name? It's like writing a letter and not signing it! So unfinished.

I'm listening to the Grease soundtrack.

"Tell me more, Tell me more..." Appropriate for this, the never-ending blog entry. All because Jeremy doesn't want me to sign my name. Well, too bad for him. I have to do it.

Bye!
Beth

Rrrribbit

Becky, look! Frog pajamas! 

Olivia's First Camping Trip

Super Olivia!!!