In the middle of a long, long weekend, during which I only saw my husband for four hours of a 60-hour time span, our 16 month-old daughter decided it was high time to start walking. It's about time, but I still am feeling that twinge that she's not a little baby anymore. When Adam walked in the door this morning, Lily toddled over to him, squealing with excitement. And it was the sweetest thing.
Warning: suggestive lyrics ahead. Don't be offended. It's meant to be funny.
Warning: suggestive lyrics ahead. Don't be offended. It's meant to be funny.
1 comment:
too cute! my favorite things are her scoot and her cloth diaper bum :)
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