Whiskey tits
Ashleigh is staring at me with this “why’d you spike my bottle, mom” look. Oh yeah, and like a dog licking the peanut butter off the roof of its mouth, she’s smacking her mouth and flinging her tongue every which way forming a puddle of drool. Yeah, Baby Orajel to the rescue (someone suggested rubbing whiskey on her gums but I decided to put off her drunken behavior a few more years). Three months and this teething girl is moving way too fast for me.
Here’s some more pictures, (month 3,
month 4) because Costco rocks with it’s one hour APS photo developing, and Ashleigh’s smiles were finally captured.
No more long waits for the pictures to load, I finally have the thumbnails working.
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