Thirty weeks that is. Our baby girl has been kicking, screaming, laughing, and smiling for thirty whole weeks. Man, that seems like a long time.
The gals and I spent the day perusing vintage and art markets (my favorite, they just put up with me). We picked up this quilt, which was perfect because we need to make a fabric run like asap. There weren't too many notable outtakes this week. Ona did take a three hour nap this afternoon though, so we had a little fun wearing hats and playing catch.
She tipped the scale at just shy of twenty pounds this week and sits like a real champ. I love this thirty week old, little chub chubs.
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