Play time with Mr. Monkey. Yes, Mr. Monkey...He's metro.
Mmmm...lunch. All gone!
Nap time. She was out!
Once Daddy gets home it's playtime...again. Note her toys. Since she is still refusing to even think of trying to scoot or crawl, Ziva gathers all her toys as close to her as possible. It frustrates her when I move them to far from her. 
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Autumn, I just saw where you commented on Amber's bookclub post. I was cracking up because I found her blog through the Cate's, too and am also addicted. I just clicked on yours the other day, too from Chad and Kim's - I'm Nathan Tharel's sister - Jason's buddy from high school. Cue it's a small world af-ter-all. So maybe we'll be in a bookclub together now. :)
ps. your little girl is cute.
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