She manages to get ice cream on top of her head.
She thinks she's 4.
She only wears sunglasses inside.
In this dress, she's Princess Sofia.
She's always looking for a way out.
She watches TV in an Omaha Steaks box.
She's a ninja.
In February we took the frame out of her crib and laid her mattress on the floor. In a matter of weeks, she was out again. She's so good, you hardly ever hear her. Her little face just pops up near yours between 1-3am with a "Get up, Mama!" This night, we didn't realize she was out until I sneezed and a tiny "Bless you, Mama" came from behind the couch. We let her sit there, hoping she'd tire. Nope. The following night Tom went to check on her and she was just standing in the dark hallway - He nearly died. The girl is good... She waits us out and we now walk around the house between 8-10pm with caution. You never know what door she's lurking behind.
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