And here’s the video of Baby!Eleven. Eight and Nine tomorrow!
Every three months I like to check her costumes to make sure of the fit. But with EVERYTHING getting in the way lately, we’re a couple months behind. Still, we grabbed the cameras and got her into both Eleven (mark II) and Ten tonight. The coat for Eleven is the same in a larger size; only the shirt is different. As for Ten, the shoes were way too tight and we decided to order a new set.
“Come along, Ponds.”
”Peekaboo, Ten! I see you!”
All I can say is thank God she actually takes photos now without the sonic screwdriver lodged in her mouth.
”When I said you put me in stitches, this isn’t what I meant.” Valentine trying to look dignified while wearing one of the most horrifying costumes ever. I mean, I love Lilo & Stitch and all, but this costume makes a statement, and that is “Hello, I am a marketable alien and I am eating your child. Here, have one last look at her face before she disappears down my cartoon gullet.”
I keep meaning to get around to another whobabby photoshoot to check the fit of the costumes, but things have been a bit crazy around here. It all culminated today, when we found out that sometime next May, a companionbabby will be joining our toddler Doctor on her adventures. If it’s a girl, we may have a candidate for either Captain Jack or the Master. A boy? Amy Pond. What?? It’s only fair. I’m an equal opportunist blackmail mom, you know.
Alex Kingston @ Chicago TARDIS? AUUUUUUUUUUGHOMGOMGOMG!! Now I’m trying to figure out if it’s plausible for us to go. This would, however, require bringing a toddler onto an airplane and I’m not sure I want to subject the other passengers to that.
BTW, folks have asked me before whether or not she actually likes Doctor Who or not. I hope this answers that question.
Still alive, and the sprog is still chic!
Sorry for the absence. It’s been a wild couple of months. Hopefully things are calming down now, or at least becoming exciting in much nicer directions. Either way, it’s nothing I’ll bore you with, since you’re here to see embarrassing baby photos.
”Oh Elmo, let’s do it. Let’s run away together.”
Valentine is saying words now. ACTUAL HONEST TO GOODNESS WORDS. This blows my mind, seriously. I mean, I know it’s something pretty much every kid does but man, not too long ago she was a newborn loaf. This -thing- that just sort of squirmed and sometimes cried and had eyes that rolled involuntarily. But now? I can have conversations with her. Limited conversations, but hey.
One of her words is “doctor”. I’m going to feign innocence and pretend I don’t know where she got that from. We’re still working on “Allons-y” and “Geronimo”, and maybe by the time Gallifrey rolls around I can get her to say “I speak baby.”
One of the big reasons I’m fond of thrifting is that you can usually find some really wacky stuff to play mix and match with. The jeans are by Gymboree and I’m certain they had something that coordinated well with them, but I think the beaded top just makes the outfit. It says “I’m chic. I’m bold. I’m stylish. I’m a baby and my parents inflict
this stuff on me. Send help.”
The sunglasses are her favorite part. She’s learned to put them on whenever someone says “Deal with it.” I’m going to pretend I’m not responsible for that trick.
Oops! I forgot to post this one, didn’t I? Here’s Valentine as Madame de Pompadour. Or, as I like to call it: Madame de Pompadorable. The dress was an eBay find!