Babe-zilla

I took this picture one Saturday while Truitt & Meredith were playing. He had gone and gotten out his train pieces, and put together the little figure eight that the track makes. Meredith sat and watched very intrigued the entire time. Once he pulled the train out and started moving it along the track, she was ALL OVER IT. He was laughing, and yet frustrated with her, the entire time. If you notice, she felt it was her duty to crawl all over it, and in the process she managed to tear up the track each time causing numerous derailments. Not to mention, that on more than one occasion, she sat her little tushie smack-dab in the middle of the track such that Truitt couldn't get his train to "pass through".

MMMMMM, Strawberries.

This is the face that Meredith made the other day when I gave her a little bite of a Strawberry. I thought the boys were going to die they were laughing so hard. She liked it, once she got past the initial tartness. Of course, I continued to give them to her, just to keep getting these faces so I could take pictures that would eventually end up here on the blog.

I think at this point she was thinking "Mom, seriously. Now you want me to grin for the camera as well?? Isn't the puckered look enough?" After this look would pass, she would do the "shake off" like a little wet puppy dog, and the look at me for more.

This is how I found Meredith on Saturday morning when I went to get her up. She had been crying for a bit, probably because she had heard everyone moving around in the hallway, but not coming in to get her just yet, so yes... those are tears in the picture.

She was much happier once I came back with the camera. I think it made her mad that I opened the door, and then left, only to come back shortly. Fred dropped her matress down more on Sunday afternoon, so the next time I don't find her sprawled over the floor (or asleep under the crib, like the first time Truitt climbed out at 18 mos).

I don't know if you can see her "chicken hair" in the picture. It is quite funny. It only stands up in the back, the front of it stays down for the most part. When she gets hot & starts to sweat, it will lie down some, but once it has dried it is sticking straight up again. The boys never had hair stick up like this, but then again they never had hair this long either. I still think sometimes that maybe I should've tried to cut it back. It is very light in color, just like the boys had, and pretty fine right now making it more like Truitt's than Aidan's (who has wonderfully thick hair... oh if only my little girl's will turn out that way). Fred made it a point to have it forever memorialized in the pictures we took for the church directory on Saturday. I took along a hat that she has to match the dress she wore (which in my opinion helps her look more like a girl) and then he vetoed it on the spot.