She really loves it but she doesn't understand why we keep putting her dolls in it.
I walked into the room to check on her to find her like this, "reading" a book propped up on the table.
her first climbing wall. She couldn't even walk yet but that climbing wall held some draw to her and I knew that some day she'd be climbing.
She can now get halfway up this climbing wall before asking for daddy's help.
Is there a word for being proud while also being slightly sad because you know an era of some kind just ended/began?
That's how I felt while taking this picture.
Stop looking at me like that.
Moments after this picture was taken I threw a green rubber ball at her and bounced it off her belly.
Seriously, why do people keep looking at me like that?
She laughed. I swear!
Or she's actually learning the American Sign Language that I'm trying to teach her.
I'm hoping for the latter but she's trouble so I'm watching for signs of baby-gang-related activity.
And I'm pretty sure mommy treasures every stolen snuggle moment, too.
It doesn't matter how the vote goes; mommy has already voted "no" so "no haircut" wins!
Congratulations for everyone who was going to vote "no haircut," you win!
It's the first time I've really seen them walking hand-in-hand like that and it made me squee a little.
Yes. I squee. Deal with it.
Lois will have to.
Far too adorable.
Daddy is horrible.
Daddy has no idea what he did to make her cry but he's sure it was his fault somehow.
(Two minutes later we were snuggled on the couch, watching Bubble Guppies.)
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