Bebe Jolie had her six month check up today and the doctor plotted her height and weight on the percentile curve, only to see that she is off the charts in both measurements.
Fancy dresses,
sticky messes.
Yay for aunties!
(Anyone want to) fold my panties?
Tummy time is lots of fun,
but Daddy is our Number One!
Happy weekend, faithful readers.
When I was in the eighth grade I had a really mean teacher who made me memorize a stanza of Rudyard Kipling’s “If” whenever I was caught chewing gum or being a boisterous distraction in class.
Avelyn knows where her grandma lives: in Regina. But with a two year-old’s pronunciation, it sounds a little shocking when she tells people.
My flight touched down in Edmonton and I waited, squirmy baby in my arms, for the next set of passengers to board before we took off to Regina.
Something strange happened this weekend: Avelyn napped. She is down to one nap a month and her monthly rest just happened to coincide with Bebe Jolie’s afternoon sleep.