Thanks Aunt Teffy!

I'm not sure if Hannah enjoys the swing or not. ;)

So... I finally did it. I put an incredibly LONG video of my child just cooing. I couldn't help myself. She's cute and her Daddy hasn't gotten to see her in 2 weeks. It's 3 minutes long if you think you can handle it. If I would have only made it 4 you would have REALLY gotten to see some happy feet!

Hair You Go

Hannah's having a really good hair day today!
All 1 of her hair has been perfectly behaved all day!

Clark's on the other hand, has grown back out....

once again, only on top. Nothing on the sides.

It's almost the exact opposite of Grandpa's and Uncle Sam's.

If only they had the same color hair, they could be hair-donors for each other.

(Clark is saying "BEEF!" -- and it sounds so very meaty the way he says it!)

Not So Mini-Me

I wonder why they call me "Snack Attack?"

Oh yeah! 'Cause I want to attack a snack!

Please Mom?

I'll open wide...

Snack Att-ack! Snack Att-ack!

How in the world did I end up with you?!?!?!

Quit Hitting Yourself!

Hannah's been complaining of some little bully beating her up - which caught me by surprise since she is so rarely out of my arms - let alone sight! So I promised her I would watch her while she took her nap and make sure she was safe. Sure enough -- just as she started dozing off to sleep, along came big bully Hannah and started punching her in the face.

Poor uncoordinated newt.

Shoes Fit for a Princess!

Hanny was asking if she could try on her Robeez today, so I put them on her. They fit like a glove!!

...a way too big glove.

I Think Not!

Father's Day post? I think not! I would gladly tell you all what a wonderfull father Ian is, but right now, Hank looks entirely too much like him. The nerve of him! - taking up so much of my mini-me's face with his features! I'm too disgusted to say anything nice. At least he's pretty :)

Big Fat Hank

Anyone who saw my post with picks of my belly can easily understand why "Big Fat Hank" was my nickname of choice for Hannah. I would even sing her a song about it :)

Anyway, Ian and she got together and would sing to me about how it was really "Big Fat Mom."

We got into a rather spirited debate, but when she was born just 7 lbs 13 oz and I was still pretty large, I compromised and decided it was "big fat us."

I'm no longer willing to avoid the truth.

Now that she is 10 lbs, 3.5 oz of bloomin' baby beauty, I think it is pretty obvious who the big fat one really is.

Do I know how to feed 'em or do I know how to feed 'em!?!?!?!

(AHEM! Do I know how to eat or do I know how to eat!?!?! - Hannah)