Our squishy girl is sixteen months.
I feel as if I mention her ham-likeness every single month, but this girl is hecka hammy.
She is a walking queen as of the past two weeks and you can tell she really, really wants to talk. Instead, it comes out as a pointing scream.
She loves to laugh--high pitched as all get out.
She is our sensitive spirit, no doubt.
Happy sixteen months, baby girl.
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