bunny hop (Daphne's Page)

So, this is Daphne's second Easter. Yes, second. We almost bought her a "Baby's first Easter" bib before realizing that she was actually born on Palm Sunday.

It is her first Easter for which we gave her an Easter basket, though. The basket contained candy, but it was for us, not for her. It also contained some flowers, a book, and a bunny rabbit (from Build-A-Bear, natch!).

We spent much of the day with Daphne's aunt Mauria and uncle Bryon, having Easter brunch and eating real-not-Gerber ham and spitting out blackberries and driving around and playing with stuff and grabbing handfuls of dirt out of potted plants and pulling CD-holders down onto our heads and attempting to go downstairs by ourselves when no one was looking.

Here are some of the things Daphne can do this Easter, that she couldn't do last Easter, or even last month:

eat real-not-Gerber ham
point at people and/or things
eat halibut (she looooves halibut!)
eat the whole world, like Godzilla or something
walk around in circles
do a little bum-dance
do a dance for Norah Jones that is different from the dance she does for any other music
bounce a ball, walk over to it, pick it up, bounce it again, repeat endlessly
pick up a DVD-case in each hand, maneuver from a sit to a stand without holding on to anything, through fancy footwork alone, then run screaming toward the nearest parent, waving DVD-cases wildly
say "Hi"
say "Hi" over and over again in an attempt to get her way through cuteness
sulk

Daphne squats to inspect an all-dancing, all-singing bunny that her Grandma Pinette bought for her. I should have titled this post "She Squats To Inspect".

Daphne tries to figure our her aunt Mauria's new appendages. She also shows off her belly; who knew the Britneyfication of America's youth extended all the way to 1-year-olds?

Giving her bunny a smooch. Smooch!

Umm. Now Daddy has strange head-growths as well. Is it something in the water?

You didn't think that we avoided holiday-themed bibs altogether, did you? Oh, no. Here's Daphne in a bunny-bib, grinning in anticipation of some... mmm... food... mmm...