Beebee is almost a year old. A mere month away. Hold my fragile heart.
Evie walks, shrieks, adores her dad, idolizes her brother. She is sturdy and small and a little bit tall.
Girlfriend is also the loudest eater I’ve ever met.
She has this box she loves to sit in from Costco. I can’t stop looking at her in that box.
She kisses all her animals, all her babies, a plastic lid.
Messy and smelly and no fear.
Climbs everything. Opens everything. This girl is a destroyer of things.
Tender spirit. Independent spirit. Curious, silly, and impossibly sweet.
My wild, wild girl.