The Cowgirl and the Bowhead

Comin' atcha in Christmas jammys

I don't know where she gets it

Gift wrapped

Closing in on a year

This may be the last post for a while, as we're closing in on the holidays. Rowan is truckin' around with authority, taking 10-15 steps pretty routinely. She walked the length of the hall tonight (which is admittedly not much more than 12-15 feet). She chatters and signs more each day literally. Most importantly though, Daredevil plunges head first down the slides at the park of her own volition, and even a nasty faceplant into the pokey mulch couldn't slow her down Sunday. If you enlarge the first pic, you should be able to see some of her battle scars on that right cheek. Might look like food, but...

Where'd it go?

I own this sandbox

Hello Mr. Faketree. I'm Rowan. Pleased to meet you.

Little early to be checking for Santa

Bundled up for a chilly run

Hittin' the playground

Couple of big days for the girl at the playground. She's walking more and more every day. Pretty cool.

Pretty girl at the playground

Yeah, that's walking

Practicing sliding

Lamenting the loss of Gilley's

Aunt Coco introducing a personal favorite

After the Horns' victory

The increasingly rare pigtails

In the geetar case

Looking fresh in the AM

The ascent