Ahem... Today would mark 8 glorious months of dear Hiller's life, for those of you keeping track.
She might be the oldest baby in the world who likes to be swaddled. Katie told me she swaddled her kids until they were close to a year, so I'm going to chalk this one up to genetics and call it a day.
Right now Jackie is placing a bib on Hilly and preparing to feed her pretend food. If I were Hill, I'd be pissed. Fake food? Have you seen her thighs? Something tells me imaginary sweet potatoes aren't going to cut it.





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