You wouldn't let me get dressed this morning...you insisted on being in my shirt...not to eat, but to be close. You sweet little weird thing...
We went to Target, and the awful cart that's impossible to push seems like it's the best way to go in terms of your happiness. Noted.
Don't our sunflowers look depressed? I wonder what's going on with them. Maybe we should sing to them.
You were really fussy back at home...none of the normal things that help you to regain your composure worked...so I turned on Oklahoma! You were absolutely transfixed...until you fell asleep. I wonder if that was a one time fluke situation or if I should buy the movie... Honestly, there are a bunch of musicals I'd rather you love...
After falling off of the couch because you were too wildly playing with the pillows (have I yet publicly thanked Papa for teaching you to play with pillows?) we moved some onto the floor so you could play safely. You sure do love pillows. So strange.
The fifteen minutes surrounding your birth time were very moody... Not even 15 minutes, I'd say those last few pictures are all within the space of two minutes. It is not easy to be a toddler...
Happy year and 3 months sweet pea.
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