Well, gone are the days of the laying down poses. My little adventuress* is a MOVER, and this is honestly the only photo I took that ended up being in focus. Getting her to stay still for even ten seconds has become virtually impossible these days. Those of you who follow me on twitter probably read that she fell off the FOOT of the bed in the middle of the night a couple days ago, and was lucky enough to have landed in a pile of laundry. Although she's a huge fan of being in her crib for playing purposes, she rejects it completely as an actual bed. So I'm in a bit of a predicament, as you can imagine. My mom says I was the same exact way; I refused to sleep in a crib and she ended up giving mine away right around the time I turned 9 months. I guess there are worse aspects of my personality she could be taking after.
Happy half birthday, Cheechy Peachy! You are my favorite girl.
*Coined by Amanda