The day following Aunt Jean's death there were, of course, countless details to be taken care of by Mr. Beaver, his brothers and uncle. The rest of us spent a great deal of time in the hotel. Ideal afternoon light in our room allowed me an impromptu photo shoot of our oldest daughter, Anna, and her baby, Brielle, who'd come in from Ohio.
At seven months, Brielle's tongue is an important tool in learning about her world. Here her tongue came in handy for exploring the zipper of her vest.
When her fascination with her vest nearly brought the photo shoot to an end, we removed it. Which led to more exploration...
...and the temporary loss of her foot.
Not being a baby to be easily frustrated...
...she just checked in with her mom for reassurance.
Then she was back to exploring. this time her hand was her target...
...and then her wrist.
But it wasn't long before her attention was captured by a foot again.
After a while, Anna changed Brielle's position. This gave the little one the chance to run her finger's through her mama's long locks.
This bit of "research" became painful!
When Anna was able to free herself from the tiny fingers, the ends of her hair still held fascination, but by now Brielle had her feet up in the air again--one of her favorite positions when on her back.
Now it was time for Brielle's mama to explore. She thoroughly investigated the bottom of Brielle's feet with kisses.
And finally, my favorite two photos that day--my first baby tenderly exploring the face of her first baby: