After writing my previous post, I realized that I never loaded the next set of posed pics we did. My bad.
Here you go. Sorry.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Laundry
That was all I accomplished today besides playing with Keira. Oh wait, I put out recycle and got the mail.
Hmm. Oh well.
Keira was a bit off and on today. I can't blame her. Yesterday, I felt a tooth poking through. I was hoping it would break though during the night but no such luck. In fact, it feels like it went back in a little bit. Poo. She's very clingy but as long as I'm with playing or holding her, she's happy. Poor thing is shoving everything in her mouth. I ended up taking a bunch of pictures, even got one of when Doug got home from work (she really adores him). Enjoy our day.
Hmm. Oh well.
Keira was a bit off and on today. I can't blame her. Yesterday, I felt a tooth poking through. I was hoping it would break though during the night but no such luck. In fact, it feels like it went back in a little bit. Poo. She's very clingy but as long as I'm with playing or holding her, she's happy. Poor thing is shoving everything in her mouth. I ended up taking a bunch of pictures, even got one of when Doug got home from work (she really adores him). Enjoy our day.
The Monkey was aptly named.
I've always called Keira my monkey. Yeah, it fits. She uses her legs just as much as her arms some days. She wraps them around me and uses them to try to push me away when I change her diaper. It makes snapping her onesie quite the adventure. Feeding time has also become a fiasco. She has discovered the bottle nipple and is intent on analyzing & playing with it.
We played on the floor yesterday and I took a ton of pictures. The range of emotions on this little girl is crazy. I think she may end up an actress.
We played on the floor yesterday and I took a ton of pictures. The range of emotions on this little girl is crazy. I think she may end up an actress.
Last night = Late night
Up 4 times. yawn. This teething things is for the birds. A few pics of pre-bedtime cuteness. For some reason, she loves to be on our bed. It could be the cushy-ness. Or it could be the ceiling fan. She loves ceiling fans, always had. Weird.
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