Girly-Head

That's what Trey calls her! Our friend Tonya in Africa has been waiting patiently for a picture of Tess with her eyes open, so here it is! That is a task in itself, since she's usually sleeping, or we're holding her, or she's not very happy about the fact that one of the first two things isn't happening! Either she's one of our fussier babies, or we can't remember how fussy the other ones were (the Lord helps us forget, doesn't He, kind of like labor!). But somehow that doesn't even matter, because it's all new and pretty amazing, this girl thing. And by baby #4, you've learned how to chill out, big time (well, most of the time). The boys are the ones who can't stand to hear her cry. Before I can even get to her, she's surrounded by her posse, and they're ready to shush, pat and talk in really high voices until they're convinced that she must be ready to eat (even if I just got done feeding her). She doesn't seem to mind that none of us can stay out of her face for very long. Good thing, because we're not stopping anytime soon.