Yesterday during communion one of the kids in church came up to us and asked us if this was the baby who "squealed like a hog". Yes, it was. Although we prefer to think of her as shrieking like a velociraptor.
(And what baby wardrobe is complete without hand-me-down leopard print?)
She's come so far... Baby no longer screams bloody murder when we put her down in the yard. She's actually kicking her feet and waving her arms with complete bliss in the second picture. (And thanks to the magic of photo editing, it looks like our grass is still mostly green!)
This picture best sums up our visit from the Dorks.
We had such a good time crawling all over them in the floor,
and someone was thrilled with her first experience with bubbles.
The Hater got in this morning around 2:30am and the Dorks left for their journey eastward around 3:30am. Baby was up a dozen times during the night last night, and I'm sure she has a sixth sense as to when I finally get the sheets warmed back up and start to drift back to sleep. I bet we'll all be tired today.