Fresh from a bath, that little rascal escaped the shackles of her towel and took off like lightning (the butt naked kind) to get into some baby trouble… …’dat okay…she still my cute widdle baby!

In a failed search for the Farmer’s Market Sunday morning (it’s open only on Saturdays apparently), we ended up at the Pier to walk and watch the fisherman, equally divine in my opinion. At first, I settled for a shadow picture so as not to disturb anyone to take our photo, but later gave in to a nice man who looked like he wouldn’t run off with my camera. Then, it was a delicious day at Isle of Capri:
…and our new game: Put Latte on a couch cushion and push her around the hallway. Lainey laughs HARD…and looks at us like, “this is really funny, isn’t it?” I am amazed at how far a little creativity goes with this kid.
These next pics were two seconds apart…I love how it starts as a gradual smile and then she’s like, “Oh, alright…I’ll give you a full out cheesy grin.” But, I still like that first one best…I’ll always remember her coy little shy grin. Oh, and apparently old dogs DO do new tricks because, after she hit 3 months old, we passed her nice swing down to Lily Grace so as not to clutter up the house. After 3 months, she was never a swing fan anyway. However, in an attempt at anything to get her to go to sleep yesterday, my mom suggested a swing. “Ha…yeah right, ” I said, but Grandmas usually know what they’re talking about, so I dug up the old back-up swing, cleaned it up, got Cubby all snug, and I kid you not…FIVE minutes later…this is what we found! ..and by “old dog”, I meant the swing not my sweet widdle baby girl. “Old” and “dog” are two things that do NOT define her, thank you.

Oh that? That picture there? That, my friends is a teaser…more to come at the end. She’s pretty heavenly, isn’t she?

This is post perfection…if a picture’s worth a thousand words, then this post is a book–and we’re talking one of those really big books with lots and lots of words–the kind that make people think you’re really, really smart if you’re caught carrying it (and don’t think I haven’t tried lugging one of those around before just to look impressive… you know when you “accidentally” trip and Frederick Nietzsche’s The Birth of Tragedy happens to fall out of your purse right in front of a hot guy? Silly me. How could I be so clumsy.) On to my point. Here’s a TON of pics…all worthy of post perfection and none I could bear not to post. Fun day… my mama, my friends, yummy newborns and my cubby’s cute overload all in one. Sigh. So doesn’t get any better. Yes it does…I miss my sister. She’d make it better…and a couple other of y’all too. Pop some popcorn and enjoy. It’s gunna take a while…there’s like a billion pictures.

Fun day begins with Steph’s baby shower…and, in my opinion pregnant bellies are the new black, the new pink, the new everything. A garbage bag on a pregnant woman outdoes anything Armani has to offer. I miss my belly. Congratulations, Stephy!

Day continues with getting my paws on this sweet slice of heaven, Lily Grace. She is somethin’ else…I love her!P.S. Catching a baby mid yawn for a pic is like bird watching for me. I’ll sit there all day ’till I get it.
Must add…love this pic. Watching my Jennygirl hold her loved-to-pieces neice. xoxoDay follows with Nurse Katie coming over. Katie teaches Mom how to rock out on Guitar Hero which elicits some serious shaking laughter from all who observe. Take it from me…you had to be there.Day continues with dip in the pool with Cute Cubby.
Day interrupted by Cubby making big mess in pantry.

Day moves on. Cubby learning to walk with new walker toy. Yay Cubby!

Day ends with these fun pics. I can’t smoosh those cheeks enough. You may need to restart your computer after these…
I know I gush about her cuteness, but maybe that’s just me being a mom…I’m obsessed with it. What really makes her special though is her sweet, sweet heart, the fact that she is loved so much, and the continual pinch-me-every-day realization that she–this wonderful creature–is ours.

Thankful. Happy. Enjoying the Small Things. ~k

go ahead…scroll back up and have another look. i know you wanna.