Dacey's standard sleeping position.
We wonder if she is trying to figure out why she ended up in our family.

Maybe it's just better to hide.

They say we're sisters . . .

It wasn't for another two weeks before Dacey really tried to get herself over again. All the inbetween was spent practicing and napping.

The joy of success! I think the smile was more for me than excitement of rolling over. The bigger girls get more excited when she rolls over than she does. Now I can't leave her on the couch anymore.
2 comments:
She's so cute, Rebekah! I can't wait until the next chance we get to come down and visit! We'll have to get together for lunch or something!
Dacey sucks the same fingers I did as a baby! We miss you guys and miss seeing your beautiful babies grow up! I remember when Camden was that age! Seems like yesterday. Thanks for sharing on the Blog.
Vicki & the Gang
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