She has her mom’s lips.
And her eyes… holy moly.
And her wardrobe never ever ceases to amaze me. Always so fun.
We found, what I imagine to be, one of the only daffodil patches in town. And it was just the right size for her.
She had no interest in moving.
She just watched me.
And the cars.
And then feel her new teeth with her tongue.
Man… the life of a baby. Not tooo shabby.
She had some pretty awesome faces for me. And she blow bubbles when she cries… not sure I’ve ever seen that before, but now I have!
