It's been a busy, busy weekend and in the midst of it Ivy has turned 18 weeks old. She has marked the occasion with the possible advent of teething and the definite advent of a horrible, horrible pattern of sleep. Seriously. Last night she was us about every 30 minutes between 2 and 5. Um. Really?
We are definitely hoping there is some biological cause for this-- a tooth, a cold, a growth spurt, perhaps all 3? Something, at least, that we can blame it on and something which will pass. Soon.
Other than the sleep issue and a definite increase in moodiness this weekend, Ivy is a funny and happy little thing. She chomps on our fingers and toys and drools on everything. She has found a new, loud voice with which to "talk," saying long strings of "ayaaaayaaaayaaayaa!" with great intention. She loves to watch Jack and loves to be outside. She has enjoyed being worn in the Ergo carrier all weekend and has been a dream baby on our full-day outings.
And in these pictures, her hair kind of looks red...
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