Baby Beluga

Kyla is nine months old. That's the length of an entire pregnancy. Crazy. She is so much fun, although her clinginess to me is getting a little old. She doesn't seem to really like Jeff anymore (if I'm around) and cries more now than she ever has. But she's still so cute. She has learned to clap and will do pat-a-cake, although I am yet to get it on film. Stay tuned for that one (I'm sure no one will die of anticipation). She can't hold still, which has gotten increasingly annoying when I am changing her diaper. Still has no teeth. Is starting to reject baby food in favor of real food. Climbed up three steps at church. Basically, she is just a big girl (19 lbs 4 oz, so not huge).

I think she was getting tired of the same old Bexley shots, and decided to get creative. This is her showing how strong she is.

She constantly gets mistaken for a boy, even when she's wearing pink. I have never been one for big bows, but I decided enough was enough. Now she will be sporting one of these when we go out of the house. Come on hair, grow!

This pic is to show how tiny her nose is. You can barely see it when looking at her profile. Being one who has never been too fond of my nose, I am enjoying looking at hers.

Finally, here are some goodies from Allie:

I told her I needed to try some shorts on while we were at Target. Wide eyed, she said, "But people will see your garments!"

After watching Dora: "Does Swiper have blood inside his body?"

And looking at my ceiling fan, "Does your fan have caterpillars inside?" I think we may have discovered the source of her nightmares...

Now that I type those, they don't seem as funny as when she actually said them. I guess you had to be there.