Proof that she's not really a baby anymore. . .
Proof that she does look like me sometimes. . .
And just because. . .
This last one has been my favorite for a while. So serious. We laughed later after Kevin asked me to zoom in on the photo. In her eyes, you can see the reflection of the bars on our windows. Almost every window in our home has iron bars. We're supposed to feel and be safer because of those bars, but some days I feel like I'm trapped here, like I'm in a prison. Well, actually, that's not really true as much anymore. I used to feel like that quite often, but now it's kind of funny that we don't pay much attention to the bars - except when we see them in our daughter's eyes - then it's a little weird.
