Joie de Eva, part deux

We had so many great Eva moments from the past few weeks, we couldn't help but be uber-self-indulgent and put up two posts in one night!

After a couple weeks of sweltering in the summer humidity (and a few day trips to the beaches of Gloucester and the banks of the Mystic River, with varying degress of success), we decided to pack up the family unit and take off for the cool breezes of Vermont and a distinctly not-snowy Mount Snow, where Miss E was regaled by the sights and sounds of many very serious mountain bikers at the USA Cycling national championships; she has already requested her very first bike, and scoffs when reminded that she needs to learn how to walk before learning how to ride.

Eva discovers her next great love on Cape Anne: sand.

What, me, eat sand? Never!

Eva, Papa, and her ever-present companion - the tongue.

Upon reflection, it's no wonder our foam-encased baby didn't love her first canoe ride...

I'll devour you all, puny mortals!

Joie de Eva

Eva celebrated her first 4th of July with a visit from Emi and Brian - she was the perfect hostess, showing off the local attractions and bringing them to the big fireworks display on the Charles River, and then only sleeping through half of the show (and of course, it was the "Rascal Flatts, brought to you by Craig Ferguson and countless sponsors" half, not the "big lound boom + Boston Pops" half.).

The girls hit the (Revere) beach.

Is Eva really that happy, or is it all the blueberry ale she was sneaking from her parents?

My camera - gimme!

Look how well trained I already have them!

Eva'd like to give the Green Monster a run for its money.

Already learning to ride the T (with road warrior face in place)

Back at home, reminding "El Jefe" who's really boss.