This Sunday Avelyn was dedicated at our church. She wore a sweet little dress my mom had sent for her, I scrunched her crazy curls into a few kewpie doll tendrils, and we were ready for a nice family moment.
She can’t pull herself up to a standing position yet but she can hold herself semi-steadily if I give her something to hold onto.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: why do leg rolls have to stop being cute? If they’re adorable on babies, why not on grown-ups?
I think they’re timeless, really.
We took Avelyn swimming today. This was her second encounter of the watery kind.