I said I've neglected snapshot-ing, which is true, but I made up for lack of frequency with sheer volume the two times I took pictures of our Pipsqueak.
I took these because I wanted to remember what she was like when she was this bony, this asleep, and this naked. I apologize for the similarity of them all. It's hard to stop taking pictures of a sweet, sleeping baby.
These are my kind of photos! I still can't get over that there isn't an OUNCE of fat on those little legs!
ReplyDeleteGive me time. I have great plumpin' plans a'plenty.
ReplyDeleteDid you name her Piper so that you could call her Pip? I wouldn't blame you if you did.
ReplyDeleteNo, but before we named her, I knew what name she'd be when John started cooing, "Little Pip..." at her.
ReplyDeleteWe might call her Pippi, too, which would mean that, having an Annika and a Pippi, we'd have to someday acquire a boy named Tommy and a monkey named Mr. Nilsson, too. Not a bad thing at all!