I have no cute stories to tell (well I have tons but only people like Grandmas would appreciate) or major triumphs to tell other than Milan is a walking machine now. She even strolls Chestnut street and stops to pick up dirty and disgusting things off the sidewalk. The other day she even put something in her mouth and I totally freaked out and yelled at John instead of Milan.
Myla in her tutu looking out the window down into our garden.
Fresh and clean baby just out of the bath tub. Milan LOVES her pacifier and I could not get a photo with it and with out her crying. Clearly it was bedtime.
Freshly bathed and delicious Myla.
Freshly bathed and delicious Myla.
