I have looked over my blog and I feel true shame. I have so many posts about my kids, especially Millie and so few of my sweet Ellie. Here is the thing. When I went private with my blog it did something to me. It took the wind out of my sails. It made me feel like I had to whisper like my voice needs to be very quiet. Almost as if I can't just tell it like it is. Like I have to hide. It kinda ticks me off. I don't like to hide. I am actually very loud and I like to just vomit words on to the screen.
I need to get over it. I have things that need to be recorded. I have this life that I need to remember. I have this babe. Oh my, she is something. She is the worst last baby ever because she is over it. She is Miss Independent. "Ah dew eet!" Is her mantra. She thinks that she is not a baby and SHE is. She is quirky and silly and kissy and gooey and everything right in the world. She tries with her whole soul to talk and communicate and is soo animated and expressive. She loves her big sister and brothers but is not afraid to boss them about if necessary. She says silly things like "don yeeve me, and i come a chew" when I try to leave with out her. Her favorite color is blue, she loves babies and dressing up. She wants to be in a pinsa( princess) dress every day. She is still a tornado and has no problem destroying her room in 12 seconds flat but also likes to clean and straighten up. She is into play-doh and will play with it for hours all by herself. Like all of my babes, she loves books and music and is a fabulous dancer, imagine arms pumping and shoulders shimmying. She is still my easy peasy girl and is mostly just a content little thing. Despite the occasional scratching, clawing, hitting episodes, she is lovely. I love her with my soul.
In case you were wondering. I do her hair. She just refuses to keep the pretties in for longer than six seconds.
