Celebration, on a small scale

K hit twenty pounds yesterday, just a week shy of turning seventeen months. You'd think this wasn't blog-worthy, but really, when else can you stand on a scale, only to have everyone in the room erupt in clapping and cheers? K wasn't sure what she'd done, but she was very proud to do it. M's just glad I no longer have to pester him to find out what K is doing in her car seat, and, well, I'm just happy to see my little baby girl finally break her our glass ceiling. I can only hope it's the first of many.