I just snapped these this morning . . .
. . . and may I just say that it’s becoming increasingly hard to get an in-focus picture of my constantly-moving baby.
She lives to move.
“Bwa bwa wa wa ba wa bwa wa!” she exclaims.
Which in babyspeak, is the demand: “walk! walk! walk! walk!”
Which means she wants Mama to take her two hands and help her walk all over the place. She’s not trying to take steps on her own yet, but Mama is getting a workout in her role as a walking facilitator.
Oh dear . . . I love her little outfit–the jeans!
There’s nothing like a little baby butt in a pair of little baby jeans.
She’s like a living doll.
And–just to plug good old ThredUP to death, her outfit is almost entirely from that wonderful website. If you haven’t checked it out, it’s a baby clothes wonderland–for cheap.
“C’mon Mom! Bwa wa ba wa wa wa wah!”
But first, let me kiss your fuzzy wuzzy head.