My growing girl. Today you passed over something glittery for the elegant choice. I couldn't decide whether I should be proud or horrified. And look at you humoring me while I tried out a new lens ... I am most impressed with your skills. Oh how far we've come!
So for some reason, whenever I bath the babies I sing "rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub. amen.". I don't even know if that's a ready diddy or something I made up. Random, right? Anyway, this little guy lurves the water... see how he'll sit back into the corner and just chill.. Pretty darn adorable.
Better guard your plate because somebody has discovered real food. He can pick up most anything and feed himself... he swiped some salsa off a chip last night and didn't even disturb the upward swing of the chip into Nate's mouth. He particularly enjoys whatever he finds on the ground, he was supremely mad at me for taking away an unshelled peanut he had been sucking on.
I remember the bigger girls going through this phase... annoying but funny at the same time. She's pretty lucky that she has experienced artists to help her out... I knew right away that she was a cat. I'm sure if she had drawn her whiskers on herself they would not have been quite so recognizable.
