First, I had the gall to place her face-down on a blanket for some tummy-time. According to both my children, tummy-time is just legalized torture, based upon their screa-screa-screams!!
Then, after I rescued her from the dark, damp, prickly hard floor, instead of snuggling her for an hour or 8, I cold-heartedly placed her in the swing while I made a snack for myself. Selfish, I know.
I just finished taking her 3-month pictures. I believe I aptly named her Sprout because she sure is sprouting up!
That, or Windy. :-)
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