Well, mostly. She is 13 months and 13 days. (How fitting to put this up then, on Friday the 13th- perhaps for a little luck?) I think Iris actually knew what was going on when I put her up on the pink chair. That it was time for her monthly photo shoot. Well, okay then- lets go.
Two older ladies came and sat next to Iris and me yesterday at the park and practically squealed together, "Oooooh! I love me a FAT baby!" I think Iris thought they were talking about me. She just smiled politely at them and did her no-no-no shake of her head. You have to admit, her dimples are delicious.
(Biased, I know.)
Iris is sporting two fresh new teeth, knows her nose (and Mama's nose, and Daddy's nose and Dog's nose...) but still refuses to say Mama. I am fairly certain its a tortuous game she has devised.
(To torture me. Already. She isn't even a teenager yet.)
More mobile than ever- she is just on the teetering of toddling. Climbing however, no problem. (Oh no! Another dare devil?! I knew she had to have some of Avery in her....)
Annnnnndddddddddd....shes done. Photo shoot- finished.