Worst. Blogger. Ever.

The bad news is that this is the first December post of Veronica's life... and it's almost halfway through the month. Bad blogger, bad! The good news is that means we have tons of pictures from the last two weeks so you will be feeling like you had a total Hostess binge by the time you finish viewing all the sweet goodness.



See?! Did you think I was kidding - the one-two punch of her sitting up AND wearing leopard pants is like ocular Twinkie consumption, I swear. Lest you worry that she is SO grown up, here is her looking babyrific with her mama in Nigel's yard.



See! She's still teeny-tiny. But with growth comes change, and with change comes daily tummy time. Which, incidentally, means something else entirely in my world.



Although Veronica is barely old enough to notice the images on a tv, it hasn't stopped her from becoming a Spike Lee fan (she requested - nay, DEMANDED these mittens). She now refers to all her feedings as a Veronica Gore Joint.



A man after my own heart, Rodney Munoz has many skills - cooking, sewing, designing, entertaining, cutting comments. But my favorite is the joy he takes in putting things on Veronica's head and capturing resulting image forever.



Although she may not be able to verbally express her thoughts on this trend, I think her reaction is fairly clear.



I've never wanted an infant of my own and access to a $.99 cent store more badly...

More in just a minute!
Drea