The many faces of Victoria Kate

We had a good weekend. Mom was sick, and so VK and Daddy spent a lot of time together. We played guitar, watched the World Series (Go Sox!), played bongos, ate a lot of cheerios, climbed stairs, played piano, but mostly Dad followed VK around with a camera.


Life as an 8 month old must be a horrible emotional rollercoaster because in any given 5 minute stretch she will go from happy (whee crawling is fun!!!) to sad (fall and bonk head) to mad (stupid toy bonked my head) to curious (I wonder what this cord is for?) to tired, to hungry, to happy, to sad . . .

I whipped up a few examples below.