Fifty Weeks.

By golly, we have a fifty week old.

If I could somehow capture this past week and bottle it and remember every single detail, I would.  In a matter of a week, this girl has morphed into a pulling up, high pitched screeching, and sister following babe.  Her rolls are thinning ever so slightly and she is getting her third tooth.  It was a big week, and in two weeks she'll be one.  I am holding on to every bit of baby she has left.

Thankful for this gorgee.