Gracie-ful Captions

Gracie was quite taken by Aunt Eileen's new perfume, Eu De Kibbles.



Gracie won the hairiest legs competition.

Wislow While You Work

Ever the gracious hosts, Sue and Bob Wislow had us over to their house for a little post-game action. You might recognize this cast of characters from our Nags Head group shot. This time we were sans uniforms but plus Brad's girlfriend, Lila and the Wislows.



We posed with the proud papa, piling onto the couch and patiently perfecting our position. Priceless!



Daddy put the squeeze on Jonah and me. I'm used to being his main squeeze so I wasn't too happy to share the squeeze-light.



Cousin Ella was very attentive to me. Not sure if it's because our names are so close or I'm the only other girl cousin but, whatever the case, I'll take it!



Ella wasn't the only female whose name began with "Ell" that paid close attention to me. Elle, the Wislows' labradoodle, followed me around and, anytime she thought I was being harassed by someone else or in danger of falling down the stairs she ran up to me and started barking hysterically. Of course, I didn't know she was trying to protect me and I started crying hysterically. You know what they say, Monkey see, doggy doo.

Piggy Wrigley

Today was my 3rd Cubs game and first of this season. You might think this pose was intended to capture the Cubs sign in the background but I really just wanted a discreet shot of the mustachioed mullet man.



Once again, don't be fooled into thinking that this is a straight-forward photo opp. As much as I wanted to capture my first Cubs game with Great-Grandpa Dave, I wanted to give Daddy a chance to get his bunny ears on.



We had great seats in the first row of the upper deck thanks to cousin Kevin's hook-up. Of course, I found Daddy and his ripped jeans more interesting than the players down below.



Even though I wasn't really following the game, Great-Uncle Denny tried to teach me how to keep score. I found a better use for the scorecard, though. Let's just say I was a big fan of its thick cardboard stock.




Daddy taught me the time-honored Wrigley Field tradition of throwing back balls hit by opposing teams. He forgot to mention that it didn't apply to foul balls... or peanuts, for that matter!

Piggly Wiggly

Today we met up with Grandma and Grandpa and went to see one of the Wiggle Worms in Millennium Park. I had fun dancing with all the other kids and staring down the paparazzi.



Grandma chased me around the dance floor while I made friends with other adults and stole maracas from unsuspecting kids. Finally she scooped me up for a little safety waltz so I wouldn't wig out.

Is It Me or Is It Worm Out Here?

At the end of the Wiggle Worm's set we met up with the Spiegels for what amounts to date number 10 with Leo J.



We then walked over to the Taste of Chicago for some brontosaurus-sized turkey legs and a Wiggles show -- not to be confused with the Wiggle Worm singular. Turns out the Wiggles aren't worms either. They're pirates...



And bears...



And octupi, oh my!

Has Beans

After the Wiggles show, we stalked the bean for a quick photo opp.



Daddy must've forgotten to wear his yarmulke, er... beanie.

Catch You If I Can

I'm so excited the whole family's coming into town for the 2nd annual Neiman family reunion. Auntie Em was the first to arrive and she brought Gracie with her. Last time I hung out with Gracie I wasn't too mobile so she ran circles around me (when she wasn't lounging on the bed, that is). This time around, I was doing the circling, like a hunter stalking its prey. Luckily, I didn't catch her in their eye.