Also, life is a teensy bit more fun whilst wearing a ponytail near the top of your head. Just try not to swing it.
Mmkay, though, really...my baby could knock you out. She's Herculina. She can pull herself into a standing position if you hold her hands. Then she just...stands there...for minutes and minutes and minutes and I'm pretty sure she's going to be too tall for gymnastics but I'd settle for rugby or shotput!
Right now she is bouncingbouncingbouncing in her Jumpster, which I'd perform oral on if it had genitalia. Just out of gratitude, you know? She is in love. Sasha + Jumpster 4 eva. Or until 30 lbs, which might as well be 4 eva, that's how far away it seems. For some reason, I assume Sasha will always be a ten pound baby. But seriously, dude, she's huge. She feels heavier every time I pick her up. 17 lbs! And OMG! We got the go-ahead to start giving her REAL FOOD! She is already shitting more!
Messy carrot-face pictures to come. For now, sink your teeth into the deliciousness:
mmmm nomnomnom cheeeeeeeks
(and that would be drool, not her first piercing.)
Oh, and Sasha asked me to update you RE: new stuffs...
what she actually said was,
"Dis mah new office, where I computes."
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