Look what I can do

Bryn can sit up in the plastic chair...kind of. She only tolerates it for a few minutes before flopping over to one side and crying to be taken out. But she can at least sit there while I load the dish washer.

After a big blow out this evening I was digging through Bryns clothes for a summer shirt and found this old onsies from Elsa's baby days.

More sitting up. Look at that sad face. Her hair is getting lighter, but it seems to have a reddish shine to it. Her eyes are still blue, but I think they will darken like E &T to a hazel like color.