Baby Girl Eintstein

Well not really. Maybe she’s Mozart. All I know is it seems that daily she comes up with new things that totally floor me. And of course I have to tell everyone all the wonderfully cute/super smart/wonderful things she does. Like at the store yesterday (without a 2-year old tantrum in sight), she said thank you to the girl bagging our groceries, then opened her arms wide to give her a hug. And she says “luv you” without me saying it first. Kills me! I don’t know what I’d do without her, must figure out a way to work out the money stuff.

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