


Lily in her usual spot...the Baby Bjorn. Best invention ever. Lily must spend several hours in it a day. And I wonder why her verbal skills are so behind what Andrew's were. And why she can't roll over yet. Hmmmm?

But I swear, she is happiest in the Bjorn. Go figure.

The only shot of Andrew smiling this month. Loser. Just moments after this shot was taken, he requested I take a picture of him peeing in the potty. I am kind enough to not put that on the blog. I'm saving it for torture during the teen years.
I love me a naked baby. So stinkin' cute!
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