Yesterday Alexandra had her 9 month doctor appointment. The doctor told us she was the most sublimely perfect baby that has ever been born on the planet and requested a DNA sample for the government's secret "Uber-Madschen" program.
But our uber-madschen was a bit behind in her gross motor skills, so now we're having fun helping her learn to stand.
I can't help but think my baby seems a bit like a mental hospital escapee: The hospital gown-esque dress with stains down the front. The crazy person hair. And, of course, the conspiratorial laugh. But she is the funnest little mental patient I ever did see.