big girl

here's the deal. my baby is not so much a baby anymore. she is big. she is so full of personality and spunk. she keeps us on our toes. of all three of our kids, she is the "climber" of the bunch--bathroom sink, chairs, counters, tables, brick wall. she has no fear. she can say lots of words: momma, daddy, mimi (mickey), con, dilly (i don't even know how to type how it sounds but whatever jibberish it is, it means dilly), eyes, of-who (love you), bye-bye, pop-pop (popsicle), ni-ni (night night), pweeeese (please), cheeeese, and she will imitate any laugh we do. she will point to her eyes, ears, hair, nose, mouth, piggies, and knees. she loves to dance and if i ask her to "shake-a-booty" she will shake and wiggle. it is the cutest thing. she still loves her bottle for naps/bedtime. but the binki is GONE! she follows her brothers around and loves to play whatever they are playing, whether it's legos, batman, spiderman, wrestling with dad, or having races outside. she has just discovered her love for swings! her hair is still wildly curly, and she loves to look in the mirror while i "fix her pretties," she loves her piggies painted, and could sit in the bathtub for hours if we let her.

samantha, we love everything about you pretty girl.