Parents laugh now, cry later.

Me in Amsterdam

Thank you, Aunt Patty and Uncle Eric for the cool Amsterdam shirt. It fits perfectly. And pink becomes us.

In other news, Ruby has enough hair now for it to be messy.

Messier.

Sweetest.

8 Months and Change

Dear Ruby,

You are now eight months and 10 days old! We're a little late with this one. We can tell by your confused and hurt expression that this displeases you.

Let us tell you all about you. You are now pulling up, waving, clapping, and pointing. We're trying to get you to wag your finger as you say "nonono", which you've done once. It was completely hilarious while at the same time nicely making a mockery of the word "no". We can't see how this will come back to bite us at all, can you?

Here we have a nice picture of what a friend of ours described as your hippo teeth. You have a new, more bashful tooth coming in on top, off to the side. We don't know if it's a canine, but we're sort of hoping. That way when we call you Fang, it will really mean something.

This is you in the tub. We usually bathe you in the sink because there is nothing cuter than a naked baby in a sink. Unless you put a naked baby in a tub where she can splash and play and demonstrate her new skills.

A la this video (I'm a little loud in this one.):

You continue to astound and amaze.

love,

Mama

If you have a little time

you can watch Ruby stand (and fall)

and be heart-breakingly cute here

and MAYBE be even cuter here.

Maybe. At this level of adorability, it's all semantics anyway.