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The kid can eat.


This one particular morning- 3/4 of a banana, 1 cup of milk, 5 mini pancakes, 1 scrambled egg = 4 poopy diapers in half and hour.  WOW.  Yeah,  I know you wanted to know that.  How in the heck is this girl only in the 25th percentile weight?!?!



She is becoming SO good at feeding herself (and eating a ton!).  No joke, my grocery bill is starting to feel her appetite.

This weekend we headed to my Goddaughter, Sophia's 2nd birthday party!

Chasing the largest bubble you've ever seen.












We came home that night to this.  Someone is obviously asking for attention.

Speaking of car seats (we were talking about that, right?)...

Someone is officially out of her newborn car seat that we were still using in Daddy's car.  Why buy a second big girl car seat if she still fit in the small one, right?  Anyway, we said goodbye to this red beauty of an infant seat and because Daddy's car is a little smaller, we had to find a car seat that would fit.  The one we found allows forward facing at 21 lbs.  So, we just made the cut.  She'll have to take advantage of her 5 minute ride to day care facing forward because in my car (the car we take the rest of the time), her car seat is still rear facing until she's 2. 


Movie time.
Hot, cold.

Counting

Counting 2

Dirty

God Bless,
Kat

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