flies!
i pick her up and her little arms wrap around my shoulders, her legs around my stomach. her head tucked under my chin. she gives me three tight squeezes and then pats my back. its like she cant get close enough or squeeze tight enough.
when i open her door to get her out of her crib in the morning, she starts smiling, giggling and jumping up and down. her happiness melts me and i don't mind that the sun is barely peeking over the mountains.
she likes cupboards and pulling everything out of them. she loves soft and fuzzy things, always wanting to rub her face on them. when it comes 