She's almost four months old now. She has what we call a "big-girl complex": just look at the pictures. I put her belly down on one of those boppy pillows yesterday (the sort of U-shaped, toilet seat-ish pillow), and I thought she was going to dive over it like a kamikaze. Don't be fooled. She's dangerous.
Some play time in the Johnny Jump-Up. (Here we're still at the dangle-and-slowly-rotate-with-a-random-flare-kick-while-I-try-to-eat-my-way-out-of-this-trap phase.)
Showing us all her giraffe tongue.
Trying out her new furniture.
And then trying out some rice cereal. (You can see that she thought it was amazing.)
Going for a swim (after at least one hour, of course). (Yes, and I'm the dangerous parent...)
"Stop looking at me like that. Get yer own cute baby."