Camille, you are fourteen weeks!

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You are a silly goose when you babble to us.

watching March Madness with Dad

This was the Friday night when spring break started.  You were giving the Glo-Worm the once-over before you fell asleep.

I love your feet.

on our way to church

Camille, you are fourteen weeks old!  Time flies!  This week I am off for spring break, and I am so glad to be back home with you.  You've had some more firsts these last two weeks.  You have begun to chug down your seven ounce bottles at every feeding.  You have gone to the babysitter for the first time.   (Thankfully, you do very well at Mrs. Stephanie's house.  She just adores you and is always happy when you arrive.  This makes me feel so much better about dropping you off!)  You are very entertained by the "big kids" at Mrs. Stephanie's house.  You are becoming better and better at holding your head more steady.  You've been able to wear your warm weather clothes, and it's sweet to see your cute little bare legs and feet.  You're doing well with your new routine of getting up early to get in the car to go to the Mrs. Stephanie's, and you are pooped by the time you and I come home in the afternoons.  You enjoy sitting against my legs and babbling a lot.  It's like you're itching to tell us something.  You still love your play gym and are liking your Bumbo seat for short periods.  You bat at your car seat toys like crazy and get excited to see them when we buckle you in.  You are so happy in the mornings and wake up with a big smile and stretch.  You are getting so big and have such a sweet little personality.