We just got back from our friend’s wedding in the Dominican Republic, although I have almost zero photos to prove we were ever at the beach.  Between the pool bar and keeping sun off my delicate skinned offspring I totally failed in the photo department.

But Adelaide has a passport and a stamp in it, so that’s something, right?

I propped her up on the bed so I could use both hands to get ready for the wedding, and when I turned around she was smiling and giggling and making the best baby squeals.  She’s started making raspberries and it’s possibly the cutest thing ever.  The best is when she can’t quite get it right, and just sits there with her lips pouted and little bubbles all around her mouth from past raspberry attempts.

I can’t resist kissing her plump cheeks and telling her how much mama adores her.