Twelve Weeks Old!

They've been even better than the twelve weeks of Christmas or the 25 days of Lent or whatever it is we're doing right now. Veronica is 12 weeks old! But not yet 3 months. Weird, no?



So big and cute and healthy and happy! All you could want for in any amount of weeks... plus, she has a love of pink that's tempered with a punky outlook, so all systems seem go on that front. Now, I know I have a tendency to go on and on about how nibbable I find little V, but you have to agree that these accessories accentuate that:



Baby with candy! Baby with candy! I have absolutely had that dream before, and I woke up grinning and moronic. Now, although no one but myself has made me feel terrible about it, I've been busier than buddha lately and horribly neglectful of Veronica's blog... and to cheer myself up, I went to Willoughby Manor to visit with Team Gore today, and discovered that they have turned it into a holiday wonderland!



Just look at V and her mama, and those big ass candy canes! It may be sunny and snowless, but the festive merriment is authentic. And come on, don't those two make such a good team?? The inside is equally gorgeous, Auntie Amber has seen to that so I'll try to get some worthy pics up later. One of the big differences is that Veronica is now sleeping in a crib.



That's right! I got the sweetest little text from Amanda yesterday, "We had to move V to her crib because she is too big. I'm kind of sad." Oh! That's right, she's out of the bassinet and the huge crib is in their bedroom (which is now called their Dorm Room as it is all bed). But don't worry, she's still a cuddly little bubba. And because of that, I apologize in advance for this next picture, although it should probably make you laugh and laugh and laugh. And then feel bad/shocked/appalled. Then you'll laugh some more.



That was all because of RODNEY MUNOZ, people. Although I'm holding little V, I swear I was not involved - the proof is in my 18 chins that were formed when I tried to distance myself from the sin! Oh my god, too funny. You can also tell that she has better sense than to ever smoke because it clearly did not suit her. Thank god. Now I'm all for funny props with the baby, but no more cigarettes - we promise!



I'm leaving you with this picture of cuteness, as it represents the upside of Veronica getting older... her alertness, her eye contact and her GIGGLES! It's really amazing, she looks in your eyes and has this amazing, gummy smile and you think that maybe there is really something to this aging thing, after all.

Drea