Things in the Mangum household haven't been very exciting lately. We all got sick at Christmas, and while Sam and I are feeling better, Bria is still in the throes of a bad cold. In fact, she was getting better, but then got worse again, so I think she may be battling cold #2. It makes me so sad to hear her cough! But she is her usual happy self, so it's not as bad as it could be. I have a ton of pictures, so here's a marathon of our monotony.
Bria has taken off crawling, and she now loves to pull herself up to standing or kneeling anywhere she can. She also likes cords and technology. And she has a penchant for danger.

Bria loves Sam. I think the best part of her day is when he gets home from work. They play all evening before she goes to bed, and I think she really loves that quality time.

I will admit to giving Bria a bite of my pumpkin chocolate chip cookie. Saying she liked it would be the understatement of the year.

Just call her Miss Mischief. Why does she love to play with diapers? I look away for one second and . . .

She is very snuggly when she first wakes up from a nap. She has also developed some shyness. Whenever she sees someone other than me or Sam, she lays her head on my (or Sam's) shoulder and smiles (usually).

I finally let Sam use a little pomade in Bria's hair to create a punk-rocker look.

Bria also loves to watch football with Sam.

She was supposed to look like a queen, but I think she looks more like a baker.

We no longer wrap her up at night! The transition was easy-- no tears at all. I still wrap her for naps though.

This is what I mean when I say she's her usual happy self, even though she's sick.
