This was at my last outdoor concert with the Philharmonic Orchestra of Indianapolis. Phil spent most of the concert trying to keep Sasha entertained during her cranky time of the evening. It is definitely harder for her to just fall asleep wherever now. She's pretty routine--needs a quiet, dark environment or else movement (stroller or carseat).

We started Sasha on some solids a couple of weeks ago which justified the purchase of a highchair. She's not a fan of plain cereal, but tolerates it mixed with some bananas for now.

Sasha and her Pop on Father's Day. It's a love affair to be sure. Isn't she starting to look more and more like him?