Catching Up to Reno

This post will consist of random photos of Everdeen to catch us up to our trip to Reno last weekend.

First:  (Not-So-)Exotic Locale Photo Shoot No. 2.  By way of explanation, Jim and Sam, while on a surf trip, came up with this idea of freaking out Tatum and me by placing mannequins around the house as though they were human.  For instance, I'd go downstairs one night to get a drink in the kitchen, and I'd see a mannequin peering in the kitchen window.  Or I'd go in to take a shower, and there would be a mannequin on the toilet reading a newspaper.  Or I'd go downstairs in the morning, and there would be a mannequin holding a cup of coffee at the breakfast table, or out on the lanai smoking a cigarette, or hanging from the ceiling.  You get the idea.  Sam and Jim went back and forth, building off each other, and the whole thing escalated until they really believed they could make money off this thing.  (I kind of did too, actually.  It's so weird that it just might work.)  Jim came up with a GENIUS name:  Shenaniquins.  Mannequins engaging in shenanigans.  They discussed creating a blog or website of some sort where they would post a daily picture of a Shenaniquin.  People would check the website every morning when they got to work and be like, "Hey, did you see what the Shenaniquin did today?"  And eventually a Shenaniquin movie would be made, wherein the Shenaniquins would take over the world, and Jim and Sam would quit their day jobs.  So Jim's obsession with putting Ever in weird places and making it look as if she got there by herself is sort of inspired by the Shenaniquins. 

With that background, here are the Shenaniquin shots of Everdeen in our bedroom, taken right after her bath (and hence with her hair in full bloom): 

Happy on the headboard.

The T.V.

The random end table that is in our room because it has no place else to be and because we needed surfaces upon which to place baby junk.

The decorative vase.

Then there's Dean (thank you, Cornyee, for that nickname) just being Dean.  I was going to say this is after our first successful day at church with the Wee, but it wasn't really very successful.  Jim was rounding at the hospital that day.  Dean and I didn't make it to church until Sunday School had started (we missed sacrament meeting), despite the fact that I started the morning process two hours before church started.  She started fussing about two minutes after I sat down.  I realized she was probably hungry again, so I headed to the mother's room.  She wouldn't really eat and then had a crazy blow-out right before Relief Society, where I had to teach.  I was frantic.  Jim arrived in the nick of time, and I muddled through my lesson, totally out of sorts.  She was pleased with herself:

 
Burp time:

Just a really good hair day:

Sleeping with dad, arm behind head:

Sleeping champion-style:

Just cute:

When her hair is down in the front and then up in the back like this, it reminds me of the "emotional" 'do of an extremely effeminate Asian dude I used to see on the subway in L.A. all the time.  Is that wrong?

She gets major dreadlocks.  I've cut off three so far.