Right now you're napping with your father. I guess a ever present desire to sleep as much as humanly possible is something you both share. I keep going back over your pictures and am constantly shocked by how much you've grown, and changed. You keep getting longer and leaner, and absolutely lacking desire to roll over for me on camera. I do have video of you cooing on camera though. I had to remove a bunch of the pictures I'd been taking of you from my phone because it was slowing the entire system down. You're a cute kid, I have to take lots of pictures!
Newton continues his campaign of indifference. He sees me sitting on the recliner, and tries his hardest to get on my lap without stepping on you. He rarely succeeds, and is generally annoyed that he's relegated to the bottom of the chair, but he survives. Lately he's been sleeping with your grandmother or in dad's sock basket. One day your father is going to be at work and spend an embarrassing amount of time picking white hair off of his socks. Henry, not to be one upped, decided he needed to get to an even higher shelf in our closet to sleep. It's very disconcerting to have a black cat meow at you from six feet in the air.
|We took our first stroller walk.|
And here for your viewing pleasure are more of the expressions of Miss Ada.
|And you passed out|
|And you saw yourself in the camera and tried to touch it.|
|That's you wrapped in a blanket. If Henry knew you were there...|
he probably would not have stuck around
|There is SUSHI on her shirt. I <3 it!|
|I keep trying to get pictures of your eyes. So blue!|