This no-take-a-bottle crisis has been dominating our lives but I have just read a few things that make me wonder if it's the milk and not the bottle, and I'm going to experiment - but that's a whole nother post in itself.
In the past month you've gotten very chatty and smiley and giggly. It's truly delightful, and I have to say, you're quite good company. You also have strong opinions and when you are not happy, you are NOT HAPPY and the world knows it.
You've found your hands and your feet, and you seem determined to fit your entire fist in your mouth. Being stubborn as the rest of us, I'm quite sure one of these days you'll succeed.
We went to Clemyjontri park last weekend. It's an incredible playground, and I really wish we had something like it near our hours. It is crazy popular, and we had to park in satellite parking. Seriously - satellite parking for a playground.
Your brother was fixated on this car, and really wanted a passenger. You were the only one small enough to fit. Here you are, resignedly humoring him. I'm pretty sure I make the same "Oh, for the love of Pete" face when I'm on your dad's sail boat.
Your brother was so proud - you're HIS baby sister!