Nordic Baby

The weather has taken a turn for the worse in St. Louis this weekend (more pictures of the destruction of the backyard when I've gotten M into her work overalls - really, she has them - and posed her next to the downed tree with a chainsaw).  This has somewhat impeded our rigorous routine of sitting in the backyard for an hour or so in the evening, but it has meant that M got to wear some of the knitwear that people made for her. 

I've been worried about it; people made 6-9 month sizes for her, on the assumption that she could wear them in the fall, but at her current rate of growth, I was imagining that she would grow into them just as the weather turned hot and humid.  This cold spell means that she is getting some use out of them.

This morning we put her in a beautiful ski sweater made by her grandmother.

She seemed to like the sweater.  See, here's a shot that is unequivocally a smile* (this one is a smile too, but it could be the beginning of a scream).

She didn't, however, care much for the hat.  Or the carseat.  Or Leo and I and all of our works, because whatever we were doing, it wasn't what she wanted done.

But despite her distaste for the hat, she looks quite charming in it.

*She seems to have gotten my smile a bit - the lopsided one.  Disturbingly, the sneer raises the other side of her mouth.  I wonder if that's what the threat to make one smile on the other side of one's face is about . . .