Our little tiny baby girl is all grown up. With three teeth and a perfected crawl, she's gone from zero to 200,000 miles an hour overnight. And she greeted me by standing in her crib demanding milk the other morning. That 95th percentile belly is not slowing her down one bit; in fact it's more fuel for getting from one corner of the room to the other/porch/up on top of her pink chair/down the hall/to the Playstation/to her new toy du jour, the miniblinds/under the bookcase.
Pic 1: Mom calls this my "sunscreen hair".
Pic 2: 11:00 last night. Outside on the porch. Please go to sleep Little One. Mommy and Daddy are EXHAUSTED. Please stop exploring and take a break. You can discover the world some more tomorrow.
Pic 3: Pulling up to a stand. Not quite sure what to do once she gets there. Except grin.
Pic 4: Hello Mom. Milk now.
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