I visited some friends. Our night ended like this. I guess eating take-out noodles and crafting a Thomas the Tank Engine Halloween costume from a diaper box wore us right out.
I know, I just posted this in her monthly log, but I love this photo of Annie so much I had to call it out. I was holding her in my arms and leaning back to get a picture, hoping she’d keep looking away so I could record the way her hair was stuck to the side of her face. I didn’t say anything, but she knew what I was doing somehow, and turned to me and smiled. She said, sweetly, “Are you taking a picture of me? Because I’m so cute with my hair?”