Nealy is 7 months old!!

Well, she keeps on getting older.

Despite my best efforts to keep her a baby. I tried waiting to feed her baby food, but it reached a point of irresponsibility on my part. And so she eats. And she grows and ages and moves and grooves and laughs and coos and steals my heart regularly.

I know you all think your babies are adorable and perfect and wonderful and amazing. But I'm afraid you're wrong.

Nealy wins.

(which is also my response when I'm told at her doctor's appointments that she's in the 95th percentile for length and weight. I say, "Yay, we're winning!!")

Okay, I'll admit all of your babies are great, too. But are they made of magic and rainbows and unicorns? Maybe, but maybe not. Seriously. Nealy is. Totally. All the way kittens and pudding. And lately she's added brute strength to her repertoire. She rocks the jam. And I'm pretty sure she's a UN Goodwill Ambassador and possibly in talks with the Iron Man competition. I'm not sure of all of her current projects. She's multi-networking.

Anyway, see the pictures. I'm sure you'll find yourself quite taken, as well.

It was difficult to get a good Bruno shot this month. She's not so keen on him, as we learned last month.
She really didn't want him to be wearing that stupid hat. Those aren't my words, they're clearly hers. Stupid freakin' hat, she seems to say.....


Here she is attempting to intimidate us all with her dynamic gymnastic abilities. Her expression is threatening and aggressive, I'm sure you'll agree. I think she's daring you to something - you'll have to ask her yourself just what exactly....


I believe Jacks is attempting to kiss her on the head here. However, it looks more like he is spitting directly on the top of her head, which doesn't seem like a wise choice the way she's brandishing that barbell.


That's all for now.....rest well. - K