Ila is forty-two weeks. This past week flew by and yet, in seven days she somehow looks amazingly different. Perhaps amazingly is a stretch, but different none-the-less. Kerry says it is her eyes. My father-in-law called her "baby papa," saying that she is looking exactly like my dad, her grandpa. What do you think?
She is still hecka funny. Her new talent? Blowing monster bubbles during meals. Cute, really cute. Minus the overspray. Oatmeal baths are like in, right? Good.
For those wondering minds, this is what outtakes typically look like.
"Smile at daddy, baby girl, smile at daddy."
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