No more babies!

 3 months old.
I consider 1 year olds and under "babies".
Tomorrow Gwen turns 2.
That means she'll be a "toddler" or maybe even just a "little" girl.
Wow.

10 months old

 I won't have anymore infants or babies. No more excuses like "I haven't had time to clean with having a baby and all...". :-)
18 Months old






Now we
embark on the whole "growing her up" process. Like the pacifier going away, moving into a toddler bed from a crib and even potty training. All these big steps will be coming very soon! We might even have to move from a highchair into a booster seat at the table! [gasp!]
The weird part is, that this is usually when we start at least broaching the subject of when we should start trying for the next baby. But not this time people!
22 months
I have about a hundred pictures I could put up of our baby of the family. Our little princess. Our Gwendolyn Joy.
She's quite photogenic and has totally wrapped each and every one of us around her finger. She knows what she wants and she knows how to get it! She will wield her weapon of cuteness against us all!
So beware!
23 1/2 months

I'll try to not overload you on too much cuteness on Gwen's 2nd birthday celebration.

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