A thumb sucker.
A toe sucker!
Very bendy.
Eater of anything crinkly.
Fierce chewer of books.
Eater of pages.
Reader of books.
A solids enthusiast!
No longer this small.
Or this small!
Loved by her grandma Sara!
Pretty.
Happy.
Talkative.
Sleepy.
Big enough to sit up in the Target cart.
Always interested in new surroundings.
A scrump-diddly-umptious little beach baby.
Make that a sand-eating scrump-diddly-umptious little beach baby.
Make that a roly, poly, roliest, poliest, bathing-suited sand-eating scrump-diddly-umptious little beach baby.
I WANT TO EAT THIS BABY RIGHT UP! Is what I’m trying to say.
There’s just something about babies in bathing suits with their roly poly little baby flesh just begging to be kissed and snuggled.
Mom?
Mom? It’s time to get on with it.
Okay, the baby is right. Time to move on.
Where were we? Oh.
Alice is . . .
My little office companion.
Able to pull herself up! (When did this happen?)
A Chicagoan.
Blue-eyed.
Dimply.
Mine!
Mine, mine, mine!
Okay . . . and his.
Ultimately, God’s.
