Thursday 7th April 2011: the third time I've been high in my life (the first was when my friend David's Mum made hash brownies and we got stoned off our faces, never again, and the second was at JFK airport after taking Tylenol for the first time).
A slightly weird looking, stylish baby at one month old.
Laughing at two months old.
50's chic at three months old.
Four months old.
Five months old on holiday.
Her six month birthday lunch, half a year already.
Seven month old ballet dancer.
Eight month old hoodie wearing ST style reader.
Nine month old crawling machine.
Ten month old racing car driver.
Eleven month old DJ.
One.
Thirteen months in NYC.
Fourteen months and she's found her favourite thing: the swing.
Fifteen months at Yaya's (Uncle Jack's) graduation.
Sixteen months and way cooler than you.
Seventeen months.
Eighteen month old sleeping beauty.
Nineteen months.
20 months.
Twenty one months.
Twenty two months.
23 months in NYC
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