There's basically no walking. She runs everywhere. She loves to be chased and tackled and tickled. She laughs until she snorts and wheezes. She has a mean dunk.
My daughter is basically indestructible. She falls, runs into things, bumps her head...and then says whoa and carries on with her mischief. She's tough.
|I just stabbed myself in the eye with this toothbrush.|
Oh well...LOOK! A BALL!
|But usually? It's just smiles.|
Where she go?
BALL! BALL! ZOMG A BALL!
Whoa Whoa Whoa, WEEEEEEE!
|A BALL! BALL! BALL! BALL! BALL! Etc.|
Pizza, Hot Dogs
Apples, Grapes, Bananas
Her Mommy, Her Daddy
Milo and Baxter
Elmo, Mickey Mouse
|Sometimes I make her laugh so hard, she looks all Crazy Pants.|
Her hair is still working on growing. Except the party in the back, which grows like a mullet-lover's wet dream. It's all curls at the bottom, and if you don't give her a comb over after her bath, it dries all catawampus.
|Business in the front, curly party in the back.|
|Pretty much done with having her picture taken.|
|She can almost climb the rock wall up to the slide by herself.|