But once we were home, she was her happy little self again. Well, for the most part. Here she was getting a little angry because the ball wouldn't fit into her mouth?
Next was her Bumbo. It's broke-ed. Well, the chair is fine obviously, but she somehow pulled the tray off its stand, and was pretty intent on trying to get that in her mouth somehow:
And the reason why she has different outfits on in different pictures all in a day? She drools. I don't just mean a spittle or two. I mean her entire front gets soaked through kind of drooling where for a trip out for an hour or two, I pack with me at least two dry onesies and generally use them both wishing I'd brought an extra. Why don't I use a bib? I do. All 10-15 of them per day.