Sometimes I feel like I write too much about the trouble she gives me, and not enough about everything else. I took this picture of her the other day, and I think she is adorable. (She has a fat lip because she fell backwards off of Lincoln's rocking chair and bonked her face on the kitchen linoleum.)
My favorite is when I go to get her out of bed in the morning and as soon as she sees me she gives me a huge cheeser, and then laughs like she's terribly funny.
I love the rare occasion that she lets me snuggle her. It's usually the middle of the night, but I love y snuggly baby.
I love when she tries to copy what I'm doing or saying. It's funny.
I love when she gets excited, because her WHOLE body gets excited. (She also gets mad and throws fits with her whole body...maybe she's going to be one of those people that expresses emotion through body language, hmm....) I love when she's happy. I love that she crawls over to me and lays her head in my lap when she's sad.
I love my little munchkin.
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