My daughter, The Flasher.
I don't have official stats...cause, well...I just don't. So, I guess I'll give you some unofficial ones.
Height- Taller than most.
Weight- A little more chub than some, less than others.
Head- Yes, she has one.
*She is the happiest baby, and such a little Miss Chatterbox. She'd talk my ear off if I let her, which, naturally, I do.
*She rolls, back to front, front to back, and occasionally in the bathtub. (She just gets to excited in the bathtub and flips right over with glee!)
*She turns her parents into babbling idiots, especially when she laughs.
*She loves pears. Peaches....not so much.
*She grabs everything, even when unconscious.
*She'd rather play with her feet than just about anything else. Even when holding her upright, she tries to fold herself in half and play with those toesies.
*She hearts her Bumbo.
*Sometimes she sleeps like a log. Sometimes she sleeps like me, which is insomnia-ish. What do you do?
*She is officially no longer sleeping in her car seat! (Hurrah!)
*She is turning into a little toe head. I love, love it.
*She is getting pretty good at grabbing something and sticking it in her mouth.
*She has quite a melodious range of noises and sounds and vocalizes them with rather impressive gusto.
*Babble, spit, raspberry, squeal. (That is what she is doing, right this second. In that exact order.)
*She thinks I am completely hilarious.
*She has the biggest grin. It's like a rectangle. She smiles so big and so hard its like her face is gonna explode. I love it.
Oh happy, happy baby. Happy, happy us.
Picture of said enormous smile.*This blog is still going private....just haven't yet.....
