
20 months. She is twirling for the camera. Her crib is now a toddler bed. She counts to 10, knows all of her colors, and spells her name ( whispers the P and E and then says "r r y" very matter of factly). She talks all of the time and sings her songs with me at night. She calls the hogs (sidenote for the baby book: we are currently ranked #10 and play #1 Bama this weekend). When she gets in trouble and gets told no, she looks at you and says something random to change the subject. It's hard not to laugh at how she already manipulates us. She is so big but still so very tiny. And she is still our baby girl who we love to pieces.








