After I took this and walked away, she started in a piece of cake that I had told her she couldn't have.
Perhaps I've spoiled her with all the baking I've done this year.
Margot: 37 weeks
She's making such a weird face here but I love seeing her little teeth poking out.
And her rolly cankles and baby love handles. Ugh. I want to squish her all the time.
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