A couple of days ago, Schmoopsie inundated my inbox with every single picture of Bug from his cell phone. He did this so that when his ridiculously craptacular BlackBerry (you heard me) explodes, as it inevitably will, we won't lose all the pictures he's snapped over the last several months like we did with those taken in the first 5 months of her life.
I don't know why this particular one is cracking me up so much, but it is. This picture was taken in early May last year when we took some of our tulips to the cemetary to decorate Grandma Nancy's grave because the snow had finally melted. I love that Bug is at the peak of chubby- the moment where baby rolls are layered one on top of another like an 80s wedding cake, before the crawling and toddling and running and getting tall (92nd percentile in height at last count. What?!) slimmed her down into the (gasp!) child she is now.
Maybe it's the ladybug shoes. Maybe it's the way her cheeks are so big they actually inhibit her ability to smile. Maybe it's the sassy little scowl, or the way her head is so BALD. Whatever it is, I couldn't help but share.