39 weeks

June 20 marked 39 weeks and a grand total of nine months for Boney Sloaney. She spent the entire week in So Cal so she (and the rest of us) happily rocked minimal clothes and sometimes only a diaper (OK, that was really just her).

She had a huge growth spurt during our trip, including crawling (two days before our trip we saw a little army crawling, but she went full throttle down south). Actually, my parents and brother saw the crawling days before I did as we were at a Dodger game, Raging Waters and Disneyland as she was perfecting her moves. It was fun to hear their excitement as Sloane also began to sit up by herself and pull herself to standing under their care.


The crawler!

This was a fantastic week full of sun and family. We appreciated lots of Sloane sitting so we could take Riley out (and so I could return briefly to SF for work -- boo!). My mom was a rock star, my dad, brother and sis all helped and even my mom's cousin Susie pitched in when my mom got sick. It takes a village (and makes me want to move to this particular village).

There was another special family member Sloane didn't get to see in person, but she did get to see where she got her middle name.


Love you forever, Grandma Margie.