One week old
Eleven weeks old.
I am growing up so quickly, but I am pretty sure I will always be my mom’s little girl.
Mom’s Little Girl.
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Happy Valentine’s Day
Love the one you cuddle.
Daddy's little sweetheart.
Getting a grip.
Look at me holding on to a toy with my little fingers!
What? You don’t think it is that big of a deal?
Oh. Wow. That hurts.
You don’t get any more smiles.
Oh Grampy.
There are no words to describe my emotions. Who are f and x?
Hiking.
You guys should try this thing called “hiking.” It involves getting strapped to someone’s chest and getting hauled up a trail.
Hiking is so easy.
It is a pretty great time, especially when you can get up close and personal to the big rock formations that could be seen from the hospital room on the day you were born!
Up close and personal...
...to those giant rocks in the background.
Working from home.
Anyone else have this problem? I am at home, working hard at my newest blog post when, bam….
I fall asleep.
That is when I pack up my computer and notebooks and head to the local coffee shop, and and find inspiration from the other hopeful writers huddled over their laptops and nursing their lattes. (Pun intended)
Dress up.
It isn’t always by choice, but I enjoy dressing up like any other young girl. Here are some of my biggest hits.
Everybody wants to be a cat.
No Big Deal.
I rolled over yesterday. Do you know what this means?
Tummy Time can no longer be a device of torture. Sorry, Mom and Dad. I win.
That one book.
My mom tries to read me this book called “On the Night You Were Born,” (by Nancy Tillman), but she can’t make it through without getting choked up and teary. It is about how unique I am, and how special is the night I was born. The pictures are really great, which is a bonus.
If I want to make it through the book, I have to ask dad to read it to me.
(Thanks Grandma and Pa!!!)
Baby problems.
Okay people. Let’s talk about a real problem facing the babies of this world– majorly awful dry skin.
So embarrassing. Flakes at our age?
Mom slathers me in something called “baby oil.” It does wonders for the face and scalp….
My only complaint is that my hair loses its signature poof.
I hate it when my hair goes flat, but I hate flakes even more.