It's a bow time

It finally happened.

Kennedy's hair grew.

Grew enough to hold a bow.

The clouds have parted and the sun is shining.

No more mistaking this little one for a boy.

Even though I dress her in pink 90% of the time.

I guess some little boys must wear pink.

But they don't wear bows in their hair.

So goodbye "Oh, isn't HE adorable."

And hello "Oh, SHE is darling."

As a matter of fact, she is darling.

Kennedy Darling, that is.

Valentine outfit (continued)

So the outfit fits! Although, it's close to impossible getting an almost 10-month-old model to sit still long enough to take a good picture of said outfit. Therefore, I had to confine my model in the Bumbo to snap a few pics. My model went through a plethora of emotions in the three minutes she allowed me to snap, snap.

Without further ado, I give you...

Content and happy (it would seem).

Simply bored.

Frustrated and close to losing it.
And it's been lost.

Valentine Outfit

I've been itching to sew something lately and I'm sick of making just shirts, so tonight I tested the waters in the pants department. This was my first time making pants out of a t-shirt...heck, it was my first time making pants whatsoever. As you can see below, it was a (free) t-shirt we got when we went to see Ellen. I got the white t-shirt at Target for $2.50, and the pink fabric was a freebie from mi madre. So I guess that means the whole outfit was $2.50. I loves me a bargain! My model is sleeping on the job right now, so you/I will have to wait to see if it fits. I have a plan B if the pants don't end up fitting...shorts!

Guess it's time to lower the crib mattress

This morning I heard Kennedy talking to herself in her crib. I opened the door and this is how I found her...

Look at those mischievous eyes saying "Yes, Momma, I a big girl now and taught myself how to sit up."

Glad I caught her before she decided it was time to stand.

Go Vikings!!!

Damn you rain (continued)

Just so you all know I wasn't exaggerating about the extent of our ceiling drippage, here's some pics to prove the mess. And if you don't know what I'm talking about, get with the program. Ah, now, you know I'm just kidding. No, if you're not following me, skip down to Thursday's post and that'll bring you up to speed.

Damn you rain

So today was what you could classify as a bad day. It's been raining cats and dogs, but you'd think it was raining elephants and rhinos with all of the noise. I loves me some rain but not today. After raining all week, the rain decided it was bored with the outside and wanted to see what it's like on the inside. And, hey, I can't think of a better place to start raining in than your walk-in closet. Yes, oozing from our ceiling and onto our clothes was droplets of water. Drip. Drip. Lucky for me, I have warp speed when it comes to a clothing crisis. So I quickly collected all of our plastic bowls and buckets and started my assembly line of water preservers. And things were looking good until my phone fell out of my pocket and landed right in the middle of one of my WATER preservers. How grand. I actually made a basket without even trying.

So at this point I'm thinking someone's testing my patience, testing my will not to scream uncle. And then I hear Kennedy crying. Sure enough, the clock confirms my fear. Kennedy has cut her LONG nap an hour short. No biggie, though. I needed a breath of fresh air and Kennedy is just that in my book. But then I opened her door. For the love of all that's holy, what is that smell? Ah-ha. I finally understood what was going on here. Kennedy had pooped herself awake. Never before has she pooped while napping...until today. But it just makes sense that it would happen today. So I start the process of changing her. Unfortunately, the process is brought to an abrupt stop when I realize we're out of wipes...the wipes I was going to pick up at Costco today but couldn't because our streets are flooded from all of the rain. Really? But I thought bad things only came in threes. I'm on, like, four. And then Kennedy dips her foot in her poo and gives life to number five. Perfect. I prefer odd numbers anyways.

At this point it's about two o'clock. Dare I go on with the rest of my day or shall I just curl up in a ball and rock myself to sleep? I decided to roll the dice and go on with my day. So I took Kennedy into our room where we've been working on the forward crawl. The girl has mastered the backwards crawl but isn't embracing going forward as much as we hoped. So as we practiced, I decided to snap some pictures. And it was during this photo session that my mood changed. Ah, Kennedy, my breath of fresh air. How can I not be happy when you make me smile so much.

And there you have it, my bad, rainy day. It's almost nine o'clock and our last ceiling drip problem solver has left for the day. They're expected back tomorrow a.m. and the rain is expected to continue throughout the weekend. Lovely. I could never live in Seattle.