Ellen Rose 10 months

The maters are finally coming in. Ellen and I have taken to driving the pink car out to the garden and loading her 'trunk' up since we are getting more than a handful lately. She insists on carrying at least one back in the house.















We also tried a popsicle (GrandDad's suggestion a while ago) and she was less impressed with eating than she was 'sharing it', and I was not prepared for the ATTACK OF THE POPSICLE MONSTER...




















This is huge news around here-HOLD and DRINK from a sippy cup. YEHAW for self-feeding.









And we've been trying and trying to get a picture of her sleeping, it's scary to do b/c the risk of waking her is high but oh so worth it. Mike got this one-he is the brave one. I know I'll never stop wanting to watch her sleep. I love how her hair grows forward and is always pointed at her face and there are little tufts of curls int h back--she is very 70's that way. Like her name should be Ralph or Larry and she needs some big smoky glasses and some polyester pants.















to be continued...