This weekend was fairly eventful. Charlotte has begun pulling herself up. While we are incredibly proud of this accomplishment, its has also sparked even more gasps of fear each time she tumbles to the ground from new heights. The fireplace mantle, end tables, and ottoman have become my sworn enemies as I perceive their sharp edges are a personal affront to me and my soft skulled little baby. But enough of that. Here are some cell pictues of the big events and some that just make me say, "awwww...."
I forgot to mention, Charlotte contracted her first cold. This picture exemplifies her mouth breathing due to her runny nose. Poor baby...