Once a day, people!

Enough happens around here that I must believe I have the ability to post about something once a day. I take enough pictures of the shenanigans of our almost nine-month old to believe that I can shoot y'all just one photo a day. I know there are some family members that used to check this, until I flaked out and stopped writing altogether. Since most of the people we know only see our kid(s) once or twice per year, I have to give this "once a day" an honest attempt.

This is today:

Aurelia likes to go under my desk. She found a cup full of (unsharpened) pencils and an un-cracked glow stick. The glow stick, once lit up, did not provide as much entertainment as I would have expected. She preferred, instead, to venture back under my desk and climb into a shallow box. There she sat, slapping the box as I ignored her until I looked down and snapped a photo. Then, she laughed and fell over. It was an eventful afternoon.


Aurelia's hair has always been long. She has emo bangs that hang below her eyes and a trendy rat-tail about three inches longer than the rest of the hair on the back of her head. Matthew threatened to trim these folliclular nuances. He was told not to touch her hair, under penalty of sleep-stabbing, but as a compromise, I put her hair up in a cute ponytail--straight up, as is it's nature.

Cross your fingers for more tomorrow.