Which means photo time.
And, subsequently, a time for my hormones to threaten revolt when they realize that my Baby Girl used to look like this:
But now, she looks like this:
Sniff, sniff.
Dab, dab (at the eyes).
Oh...who am I kidding?!!
Whaaaaa!!! (Ugly, snotty, unbecoming wailing).
At times like these (did I hear someone whisper "hormonal"?) when it seems near to impossible that she could have grown so much and aged so beautifully--despite the fact that I, myself, have not aged one day, and shall heretofore claim to be 29 for as long as I can manage it with a straight face--I remind myself of how wonderful it is to see her experiencing new and exciting things, like...
The Jumperoo!!!
This was her face when I first put her in it:
Reminiscent (in my opinion) of her face many weeks back, when I introduced her to her retractable bug. It's in the eyebrows:
Although I suspect she has a ways to go before she understands how the contraption works, she's already figured out that the setup makes her grin like this:
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