Good Hair Stage: The girl wakes up, with her hair perfectly in place. I don't brush it. I don't comb it. I don't put spray it. It just sits there perfectly, with little curls on the bottom. Don't we all wish to have the same luxury!
She is such a little character, I really enjoy being her mother. We laugh, point at birds, go down the slide 500 times a day (ok- that is a little tiring to be honest). She now responds to me when I say "where are your shoes? Go get a book. Where is your nose?" It is so wonderful to see her grow... and I'm trying to appreciate all of these small moments.