Some days it's all smiles and peanut-butter-happiness.
Some days it's a snotty mess because what-do-you-mean-mommy's-panties-aren't-toys!?
Harper has some more teeth coming in. I can see at least one, but I'm hoping they are coming en mass like the last tooth round-up. That, at least, would explain some of the instantaneous mood shifts that are happening. Her stranger danger is also kicking in; clinging to me like sap, trying to crawl between my legs (no you can't go back in!), and hiding her face in my neck/leg/stomach/calf etc.
But for fun, more pictures of her playing with underwear! (She's going to hate me one day.)
Uh oh. Melt down.
Mom took the underwear off.
It is sooo hard being a baby.