Three quarters of the way there…

Miss Fussy wouldn’t let me take a good picture…

From crying to chewing on stuff…

Miss G is 9 months old (OK, so it’s been about a week, but I haven’t felt like blogging)! She’s such a sweet little doll-baby, babbling, clapping, waving, crawling, eating, sippy cupping, cruising, tooth-cutting, standing, stair-climbing spit fire. Next month she starts her fencing lessons and baby basket-weaving classes. OK, kidding about the last two. She’s not that old, but it seems like she is growing way too fast…so much more so than with Alex.

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