7 months
15 pounds
she gets longer and chunkier every day. believe me, you wish you were a fly on the wall of this little life. so funny, so chatty, so ferocious; i can't recall what our life was like without her.
the other afternoon, she wasn't crying to sleep as quickly as normal. i went in and found her sitting up, both legs stuck out of the slats of the crib (under the bumper, mind you) and hands holding to the crib edge, crocodile tears tumbling in every direction. poor little 'liza doo.
crawling and scooting in every direction but forward. good thing she doesn't take it personally; just yells about it and promptly tries again.
i envy the fortitude of babyhood.
2 comments:
Gosh! She is so beautiful.
the little red lips in the first images. oh, so sweet. the colors in that photo are so perfect. looking at it is like eating cherry pie.
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