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.