Welcome to Netherfield. Please excuse Mr. Bingley while he does his business.
I don't actually know what is going on here, but I just love this girl. She is 20 months old now. I am trying to get up the fortitude to trim her mullet, but I just... can't... even... First haircut? Please not yet. And cutting off the white baby hair? I need time to build up my resolve.
(I always seem to put this mullet-trimming off, and I don't know why. Once it is gone, their hair looks so much thicker and nicer. And non-mullety, which by definition has everything in the world going for it. Still... Not ready.)
How about some close-ups? I'm not sure why the little girls were sporting these knit hats this morning. Our house really isn't that cold.
Have you seen Kitty lately? Because she has grown up so much and speaks with mostly correct grammar and says things that even occasionally make sense. It is a trip. She is funny and fantastic and keeps us on our toes.
Lydia's favorite game is "Peekaboo in the Drapes".
She is perfectly wonderful. I wish I was eloquent and could tell you how I feel about this girl. How she fit in so perfectly in our home and seemed to bring with her a... glow? A light? A goodness? Well, she brought something, and I am addicted to it. How every single one of us is wrapped around her finger. How sweet she is, what a marvel, how quick she is to love and share and forgive. Her happy, energetic laugh and her playfulness.
How did we do without her? Baby girl, someday when you read this know that we love you so much more than we can ever say.
Forever and ever.