Baby You Can Drive My Car

Charlotte isn't driving (short of Pearl and Sam's red roadster), but she's got life by the gearbox and she's giving it a road test. This includes crawling all over the house to points forbidden (in search of electrical wires to munch and chairs to tip over and one jealous brother to smack on the head...a new favorite trick). Last night she moved her body until she could move no longer, collapsing in a heap of baby momentum and zzzz's.

Today we had our 9 month check with the pediatrician. Miss Bliss is a little taller (45th percentile) , a little slimmer (still a bean bun at 21 pounds, 9 ounces) and has the trademark Barnes head: huge. She flirted with all the nurses and cried just a smidge after two shots (tho she did give that nurse a cinema-perfect scowl).