Harper is 10 months old! I can't believe it. Ten seems so old. Double digits. Almost one.
But numbers aside, it can't be hidden any longer - this girl is officially no longer a little baby. She's a full mouth of teeth, belly-laughing, jumping, playing, rolling little wonderful mess.
She grabs fistfuls of chicken and eats with wild abandon. (obviously). She pinches neck skin and bangs toys. She is spunky and sweet and fingers always in her mouth. She sleeps on her belly and loves to hang upside down.
She's a full head of hair that's just starting to curl. She's sticky and giggly and full of life.
She's scrunched faces and endless curiosity.
She's a dancer to any music and enjoys a silly voice. She smiles for pictures and demands bites. She is proud when she is standing and always eager to do some crunches.
She is beautifully perfect and growing up too fast.
And the outtake... Tony wasn't doing his assistant job very well. No babies were harmed in this photo shoot (too badly... just kidding... just mulch in the mouth...)