One Big Girl

Elinor thinks she's a lot older than she really is. Can't feed herself? She'd rather starve. Can't sit at the table? She'd rather stand. Can't use a spoon? She'd rather not eat. Here are some cute pictures of Elinor eating cereal (sans milk--she can't drink milk) at the table this morning. The first two are our favorites.








(Do you like the pink shirt over the sleeper? If we don't put a shirt on over it, we wake up to a fully naked babe in the morning. She takes the sleeper off in 1.5 seconds. Crazy girl).

Pics

It's been a little while since I have posted anything. Here are some pictures of Elinor I took today:

She is a monkey. She can climb onto ANYTHING. Her favorites: the toilet and especially the table. This makes our job a whole lot harder. We had to make a fortress on our TV thingy so she can't climb on that anymore (we thought the whole falling off daily and getting new shiners would do the trick. Nope.)

These next pictures are evidence that she is my babe. This series we have dubbed Angry Eyes. She scowls a lot in pictures. She is a happy baby (minus the fact that she is teething like crazy), but she just gets a funny look on her face when she sees the camera.

This next one is drunk angry eyes. She loves her chicken, though!

We promise that she is only offering you water, whatever may be implied by the previous picture.

I wonder how much trouble she can get into at Grandma and Grandpa Rowberry's house next week. I'm sure she will manage to get into a lot!

3 teeth in 2 weeks. And more on the way. Rough couple of weeks.