Someone loves her this Ikea Chair. Great times.
Taking over the bed in the early morning hours.
Sometimes when you eat oranges, you get fibers stuck between your teeth and mom has to help you floss to get them out. Also, cinnamon floss is tasty.
Blast from the past photo Remake! Jason’s Original photo from May ‘07. Tragically, Tess isn’t quite long enough to do a side shot yet. Next year.
Hogle Zoo. Our membership is quickly paying for itself. (Thanks Grandma and Grandpa). Another perfect day at the zoo. Rain stopped, clouds cleared and the animals came out to eat and play.
Water Conservancy Garden. This place was great! Tons of rocks and sticks and sand for Tess to play with. She had a blast.
Never… ever… under any circumstances… give Tess a packet of sugar to play with. Even if it is to stop her new, ultra amplified screeching while we wait for dinner to be served. Even if it does the trick and keeps her quiet for a whole five minutes. Because she will eventually put that little paper packet in her mouth. And the second she detects that slightly sweet flavor within the paper, she will ravage the package until nothing remains. And then… oh, and then… nothing can describe Tessa Mae Christensen all hopped up on sugar. The loudness, and head swishing… the compulsive waving and leg swinging. When she was set down in a aisle of a store twenty minutes later, it was like a scene out of a horror movie. No one has ever seen her move so fast, or cause such destruction. Mom frantically following behind, reshelving feminine hygiene products and Hallmark cards.
Honestly, we are returning to strict sugar monitoring until we figure out how to harness all of that energy for more productive use. Like putting things away… in the correct place… without immediately pulling it back out and throwing it to the floor.
Even when she isn’t sitting on a sloping rock, she crouches like this. Also, she knows she is adorable.
Great times at the Wedding Reception! What a party. Tess was very popular… which she found both frustrating and fantastic. What a social, social baby.