The Trophy

After a year, it's like a light as gone on in Ivy's head and she realizes my glasses can be removed.

 Now every time she gets near my face she lunges, grabs them and chortles triumphantly holding the above her head like a trophy. This wouldn't be bad in itself but then she does one of two things... swings them like a mallet into the nearest hard object or stretches the earpieces as far apart as possible before attempting to put them on her head.

Silly Baby

more growing up...

I just put our backup car seat for the older girl in the car for the younger one (until next paycheck when we can afford an actual new one) Ivy was seeming so cramped and irritated every time I put her in the infant seat. *tears* she sure is growing up fast