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Maya turned 34 weeks old yesterday, the day I turned 34 years old. Of course, she is the best present I could have asked for, so I am re-posting my current favorite photo of her. She just gets better every day, and we honestly couldn’t be happier with our little jumbo jet/bird/froggie baby.

Well, I guess it would be nice if she could stop flipping onto her tummy 23948023948 times a night and loudly chatting about it from her room until we come to see this super-impressive feat of baby strength and skill. Yes, Maya, very impressive, now why don’t you go to sleep?