He has adapted his request for another sister to include a brother as well. "It's only fair," he reasons, with no earthly clue why I'm nonplussed by the idea. She's plateaued with two teeth, little interest in most food that would require effort (purees only, please), and is quickly weaning herself (but doesn't want any substitute that's not diluted apple juice). You'll see from her chubby cheeks, though, that she doesn't seem to be missing anything yet!
Blake is behind me, helping engage/distract her for the ten-month session.
"THESE ARE MY MUSCLES!"
Then Blake wanted a turn and quickly got a picture of the wild-eyed lady trying to elicit smiles from a baby. This picture kind of freaks me out.
Photo by Blake. It would be perfect, except that you cannot see the bunny.
And my little punkins together. Ten months / eight years. My friend Keli was right: the days are long, and the years are short.
Eleven months. "Oh, THIS again."
Blake was not around to distract.
She was determined and a little bit evil.
Bunny down! We have a bunny down!