We had a girls' night in last night with our very good friend L. Vivi clearly needs to work on her social graces, because she drank too much and puked on her friend. Now, I was in a sorority, it's not like I've never seen that happen before ... but this was a particularly abundant barf we're talking about. Poor L. Nobody likes to go home covered in smelly baby barf, ESPECIALLY baby barf of a baby who isn't your baby. Ew.
And of course, I'm taking lots and lots of pictures. Since I've got approximately 900 photos of A's first two months and maybe 25 of V's (55 if you count the ones where A's sticking his head into the shot), I figured I would use this time to try to even things up a bit. I'd forgotten how easy and fun it is to photograph a precious little who is immobile and quick to smile at the sound of mommy's voice. Oh, Miss V. You're a natural model, darling.
How east side girls wear bows. Yo.
Oh! And after a two month wait, V's bedding has arrived. No thanks to Pottery Barn Kids and their ridiculous backorder wait times. And see that crib skirt? It shrunk a full three inches all around when washed and dried (following exact instructions). PBK was happy to send me a new one ... whenever it becomes available again. Probably about the same time V starts kindergarten, the way it sounded.
Shrinkage and shipping issues aside ... pretty much in love with the cuteness of it all.