If one waited to takes pictures of one’s child until the child had 1) gotten over the cold 2) stopped scratching herself 3) refrained from drooling all over the shirt–and until Ithaca gave us some good light to work with–one would never get pictures taken. That means that you will see Katherine with scratches on her face (yes, I trim her fingernails, but it doesn’t seem to matter) and whatever new body part she’s discovered: yesterday it was ears, and today it’s her feet. Can’t say I’m looking forward to those times down the road when she’ll have given herself a good black eye on some piece of furniture or other and I’ll have to brave the glares of other moms in public. What fun!
Erin
Alan Schmierer