Not the greatest pictures of our squirmy girl (and if that is going to be our only mirror in the house, I know I need to clean it), but I had to get some documentation of our blueberry before I can no longer stretch the cotton over her belly.
Aunt Kathleen knows my inability to resist devouring pounds of blueberries in one sitting, and an Ari dressed as a 16+ pound blueberry is no exception–cannot stop nibbling at those thighs!
And, just because who can resist a babe in a fedora:
Or a pom-pom hat:
Next up this week:
anna in med school 
She does have cute little blueberry eyes. My six-month-old granddaughter has them, too, which is why I call her “little blueberry”. You must have been bugging her parents’ apartment!
oh so sweet!!! xo
That shirt !!!! I think I bought that shirt for your mother before you were born, maybe before Sarah was born!
haha! awesome!
I love the pom-pom hat! and the fedora~
oh wow, long overdue: thank you!