My Cheeky little one sitting in her own Purple Hippo beach chair.
Sweet Cheeks.
Family photo at the NC Aquarium in Pine Knoll Shores.
Sitting on the giant froggy.
Daddy showing you the eels.
Lobster Baby.
Me and you...solving the worlds problems.
Grandaddy wanted to introduce you to this fish before he put it on his hook to catch another fish (hopefully a drum), but what we did not expect was for the fish to get a bolt of energy and jump out of his hands and into our faces.
*Picture taken a Milli-second before the fish flipped and flopped in our face.
Don't get any ideas little missy.
After a HOT and HUMID day in the ocean and on the sand. Coolin' down on the couch. Look at all the sunscreen in your hair.
Your Grandaddy Bland and Grammy B. They love you. A lot. And I mean a lot, a lot.
I kept talking about how I did not get you any "My first beach trip" souvenirs. Then on our last night Grammy came home from date night with grandaddy and had a little pink bag. Inside was this Princess tent that I had had my eye on all week. Our beach neighbors had one on the beach every day for their little girl.
So, not to spoil you or anything, now you have your own princess tent and I set it up in the playroom. You and I filled it with toys a snugly quilt and your puffy chair. Here you are crawling out after some morning playtime and book reading. Every girl needs her own little cubby hole. Even at nine months...right. How do you turn down pink castles?
I am waiting for you to take your first steps any day now. If you are not crawling around the house, you are doing some sort of ostrich like stance. (head on the ground, tush in the air) You stand up put your arms out like a windmill and wave them as you try to balance your 24 pound body. Yesterday you crawled onto a baby chair and tried to climb up the book shelf...let the child proofing begin.