Hazel's grandparents and great-grandmother are in town this week to see the "belle of the ball" as we have started to call her. She, of course, charmed them all. Meanwhile, she also hit a growth spurt and I swear, she gained a pound in two days. We'll do a weigh-in at Baby and Me on Tuesday.
Lots of beautiful women hanging out outside St. Honore Boulangerie. And they're all wearing khaki pants. That's the dress code if you want to eat French pastries. You also have to turn up your nose and say "garcon" when you want something. (If you have read "Urban Babies Wear Black", you will understand!)
Hazel and her great-grandmother, the baby charmer. Hazel thinks her singing is excellent, since it calmed her down nicely.
Hazel was put on display during her bath time. She didn't mind. She thinks, "Water?! I LOVE water!"
After all this loving, Hazel was pooped and Daddy had to give her a little talking-to about bed time. She obviously has her own plans.
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