an owl shirt kind of day.

Though it wasn't the first outfit I put on her, we quickly determined that today was an owl shirt day. Both of us.

Doesn't it look like she thinks I'm torturing her? Seriously, mama kisses are the best. Suck it up.

Our new obsession: this Haba caterpillar. We get sad sometimes when we realize that the red ball on the end does not, in fact, produce any milk.

We're also working on sitting up. So far, not so good. Especially when mom lets you topple over while she takes pictures.

(we call this the Elvis face.)

p.s. when Dad got home...

Oh, sure, he gets all the lovin' and slobbers. Go figure!