oh what's this...maybe it's an encouraging note about what great neighbors we are. oh. nope, definitely not that.
i like how officially this sad message on a paper sack was notated.
she believed that God liked people in sailboats better than he liked people in motorboats.
here we've got some kicking going with lela's smile becoming a little unsure, like she is a tourist in tokyo but is slowly realizing that godzilla is standing behind her.
grimacing is intensified here with some arm flailing action (she oddly straightens and spreads her fingers when she cries), and lela wondering what in the world is wrong with big kicking baby in pink next door, and can we leave so bkbipnd doesn't accidentally kick or punch me, and can we not come back until she can control herself. not sure, yes and yes.

she wanted to show you her new trick of lifting her head and legs at the same time. she is practicing for the presidential fitness award.
*i did have a least favorite part, personally, which was the three hours prior, when i felt nauseated and kept looking at esther margaret in tears, saying, "you're smiling, but you have no idea what is about to happen...!" jeremy played mozart's marche funebre (funeral march) for the occasion. she did much, MUCH better than i expected, not too many tears and even a short nap! God bless this kid, she is so good to me.