Oh, this little fireball. She is constantly moving, a funny pot-bellied explorer, moving from room to room. Ooh! An old pretzel! Better sample it. Oooh! Cole's Iron Man figurine. Better pick it up and bite its head, no matter how my brother screams. What's this? A shoe? That definitely warrants a 15-minute investigation.
She never, ever stops, and the sturdy "thwap, thwap" of her tiny little feet on our hardwood is the best way to keep track of her. She's fearless, and also funny--the strangest things make her laugh. She's still obsessed with the Fish Stick Baby, and also loves the little lamb lovey that we keep in her crib. When I go get her in the morning, she's always standing at the ready, waving that thing like a soft white flag. Her favorite thing to do is to sit with Cole in his room when he's playing, watching intently and grabbing at whatever he's got spread across the floor. She hates to sleep, and screams like a banshee even if she's desperately tired.
She makes us nuts, and we're crazy about her.
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