Alternate title: Please Pass the Tissue.
My baby. My little baby. She once looked like this:
Now, she looks like this:
My baby is two. She talks, she dances, she runs. She's always up to something. Her sense of humor is awesome. That little grin gets me every time. I've got a feeling it's going to get her out of a lot of trouble.
I love everything about her.
2 comments:
How is that possible!! Didn't you tell her to stop it, no growing up allowed!!
She is still so stinking cute!
Oh.my.word! Two already?! Such a cutie pie.
Merry Christmas hugs,
Kat
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