Not much to say about these pictures other than, well, yes that's her name and that's Kennedy if you didn't know by now. She thinks she's a big girl when she uses the "fence" to pull herself up. I call it the fence.

Never too late to start...

When the weather is in the upper 60's, the camera comes out to play...oh, and the socks come off, too!

First Day of Spring! #3

Had to photoshop the snot coming out of her nose on this photo. One blessing of technology!

First Day of Spring! #2

First Day of Spring!

Didn't get many of her smiling. Kennedy was all about grab, grab, grab...and more grab, grab, grab! Good thing I have auto focus on the camera!

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Big Girl Tub!

Poor thing might have curly hair.

Where's Waldo? Kidding. See, I told you that she's been all over her crib!! This was Kennedy this morning. She started her night of slumber wrapped up in her pink blanket with the other blanket on top, on her back lengthwise, pacifier in mouth and pink bunny in her arms. Her cow buddies that look over her all night long must laugh their faces off!!

This photo says it all.

couple pics..

Times are changing fast!

• Kennedy is one notch closer to a big girl according to her crib. We've been forced to lower her mattress already! Miss "grabby, grabby" is beginning to pull herself up.
• Crawling? Hmm, I wouldn't call it a crawl unless pushing backwards on her belly counts.
• She's starting to wave bye-bye upside down (with her hand that is).
• Talking? Does reciting the whole Old Testament at the age of 8 months count as a prodigy? Maybe. Either way it doesn't matter because she didn't recite the old testament. I know, hard to believe. It was actually the New. Maybe it's her version of the Message?
• Eating? I know it's hard to tell, but she's pretty skilled at this.
• Last night Amy decided to let Kennedy feed herself since she kept grabbing at the spoon. I came in from a run thinking Kennedy had fallen on her head by the looks of her face. Come to find out it was only prunes.
• And finally, she's becoming a little full of herself by "acting" like she's laughing at something, but really she's just enjoying the time listening to herself.
• Whoops, sorry. This is the real final. Punk-Munk-Chunk is rolling all over her bed at night these days like she's playing in chocolate pudding in her dreams (maybe more like bananas since that's her favorite mushy food)! I love chocolate pudding!

Not sure what to say about this...