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A lot has happened lately. So hard to keep on top of blogging it all but between blog, facebook, instagram, and random phone pictures, blogging seems to be the best way to keep it all organized and kept together for posterity's sake.

First of all, Jacinda. She's growing like crazy. I stopped nursing for good just before Christmas - made it about four months which was a month longer than my goal. Breastfeeding was easy but oh so time consuming, and I don't believe any breastfed baby every sleeps well until they start solids! So far she's done great transferring to all formula and is doing fine in every other way, too.

Here she is at about five months old. She finally started to enjoy tummy time once she figured out how to roll over. Now she rolls and rolls until she is stopped by a wall or gets stuck under a sofa! She's very close to crawling. 

She has this bee toy that she LOVES. I think the antenna are the perfect size and shape to chew on and make her gums feel better. 

In non-baby news, we were given this cool table. It was painted a dark red and we (by we I mean, mostly David) sanded it and repainted it a dark gray. Then it had to get polycrylic on top and that took forever because it's winter (duh) and so could only be done on days it wasn't freezing outside. But finally it's finished! It's so nice to have a BIG table now. 

And finally, what blog post is complete without a jaguar eating raw meat? We took a little trip to the local zoo on an unseasonably warm February day and Penny captured this picture. She was scared to get up so close tot he glass but overcame her fear. I was so proud of her! 


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