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Abnegation Gray

It was hot. And it's really hard to be a photographer and assistant to a one year old at the same time. 
I wanted to celebrate her abnegation (Divergent reference) outfit from Target's clearance rack for boys. love it.


We are almost to 14 months.
She loves fruit & cheese. exploring. dad's tickles and mom's cuddles.
She moved up to the forward facing car seat (although I wanted rear, it's not secure in my old car)
Sometimes she repeats other animal sounds, but woof is still the default
She can play pretty well by herself. And she'll repeat some of our actions. 
Like putting her hands above her head for "goal", her finger to her mouth for shh! & of course clapping for "yay"
She loves taking things apart and tries to fit things back in.
This is the phase of frustration because she knows what she wants to do
But is still working on perfecting how to do them. I try to be like
"just think about what your other options are"
but when something is stuck it's just easier to scream.
I get it.





When I sat her down she immediately did that.


Non photo props got mixed in (although I'm hoping to make a fun banner out of those pom poms)


Basically, it all ended pretty quickly.

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