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Outside and Bruises

Get ready for a round-up of all my photos and videos from the phone.  When I'm alone, it's all I've got to capture memories.  There is no time to use a real camera when you're alone, running after this Bug.

Someone loves to spend time outside.  Multiple times a day, she asks, "Mommy?  Outside?"  So, after day care each day, we spend some time walking around the apartment complex and down the street.  

However, nothing beats sitting on the front stairs and watching people go by.  Bug has gotten to know a lot of our neighbors just by saying "Hello!"  :)  These stairs, by the way, are where she met the 10 year old boys she loves to watch run around.  :/

We have a lot of deep and thoughtful Mommy-baby conversations here that go something like this:

Bug: "Mommy, what's dis?"
Mommy:  "Flowers."
Bug:  "N dis?"
Mommy:  "Neighbors."
Bug: "Oh.  Dat?"
Mommy:  "Stairs."
Bug:  "Oh!"



"Jumping" in the rain puddles.

Fun on the stairs with Mommy.


Other things:

A little chit chat before bed.  She is practicing her teacher's names and talking about them.  This video is all black, but turn up the sound.  It's worth it.

She never looked more like me than in this picture.  :P

Daddy comes home!

Bruises.  Lots of them.  They get worse each time.  This actually looks better than it really was.  Is there such a thing as too mobile?  How did it happen?  She was playing with a baby walker (that she doesn't need) and ran with it...and fell right on the handles.  Awesome.

The bruise this morning.

Let's be thankful her teeth are still there.  Gah!

God Bless,
Kat

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