as of yesterday my kid is 11 months old. if someone could please explain how the hell that happened i'd appreciate it.
i tried to get 11 month pics- you'd think i was torturing her. she wouldn't sit still- she screamed- slapped me & crawled away. it was impossible- but i got...something:
right? she looks quasi-creepy. and the focus is totally on her shoulder/bib. tsk tsk.
here she looks confused & exhausted. Family Guy & an insane mother with a camera don't mix well.
thankfully this morning she was in better spirits. and since she had on an adorable outfit (in my humble opinion) i grabbed some shots:
the lighting was less than stellar- but it's not even 5AM. it's not my fault!
and don't we love these shoes:
they FINALLY fit her- i swear my child's feet don't grow.
i was standing there practically yelling, "look at me! look at me!" and this is what i get. ignore. BURN!
and last but not least:
this is her new favorite "toy". it's a pair of pants with a random giraffe puppet attached to the pocket (?!?!?!). it was folded up & ready to be packed away for kid#2 & she snagged it off the changing table. she won't give it up- seriously. she has it at my mother's house right now & has been playing with it all morning. so odd.
so yeah. 11 months. i really don't think i can deal with this whole "growing up" thing- specially this morning as she snuggled with me while i fed her her bottle (which she still refuses to hold).
i dunno- she's still a BABY TO ME!!! ::sniff::
i love her.