It's all about the hair

We love Harper's hair. Especially when it works itself into a mohawk, so much so that we end up working it into a mohawk ourselves.

Baby Buddha. She's putting on an ounce a day- so much for staying little. She's working on a second chin, and we see progress in her efforts daily.
I don't think this is what they mean by "tummy time"
Here's Harper shortly after eating. This is her "milk" drunk posture.
Playing on Daddy's lap. She loves to look at our red and white pillows, the 3 framed pictures on the wall over the couch and herself in the mirror. Of course, that's only when she is not looking for food.

The unwakeable Harper Mary. These are a couple clips of us trying to wake her so that she won't be up all night. An impossible feat. When she was in the hospital she slept for 13 hours straight. The nurses and I tried to wake her so many times by getting her naked, running cool wach cloths over her body, tickling her feet and her back. Nothing. The same at home. This kid seems to be able to sleep through anything, although Reggie barking and the vacuum seem to scare the living daylights out of her no matter her state of wakefulness.