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13 Going on 24 Months...

Touching Angel

Sitting by the fire

Playing on Bella

Smile!

Lying in the tent with Noelle

Checking out a baby cow

Falling asleep en route up the Ridge

Playing in snow Obstruction Point. 

Watching Sesame Street

Trying the beaters

Stacking cups

Trying to wake up daddy

Walking in my boots

Little Cowgirl

On my phone

Up Hurricane Ridge

Little Gnome.


Never letting go

Love this pic

Cow kisses

At the Dairy Farm

Thirteen going on twenty-four months…

Madelynne is growing, as they say, “like a weed”. I find it fascinating that she is tall enough to where we don’t have to walk with her, holding her hand, hunched over like the hunchbacks of Notre Dame. Since her first official steps back in July, she is full-fledged, baby-on-the-go. It is non-stop fun for mom and dad, let me tell you. I thought I was burning enough calories, but then she gets running and it is like doing P90X on steroids.

Her attitude is quite distinct and her temper is starting to shine a bit. If this is a precursor to the Terrible Twos, Lord, help us. She is loud (hmmm, maybe taking after her dad…okay, mom…), and when she gets mad, she lets you know it. She is animated and sometimes a drama queen.  But she never ceases to not make us smile or laugh.

Besides, her laughter is contagious. Her games are endless hours of fun. And her inquisitive questions of “what’s this?” or “what’s that?” in her own baby babble that Brad and I have come to interpret and understand, is amusing in itself.

She loves to give hugs. Now that I am working full time again, I love nothing more than to come home and have her little arms wrap around my legs as I am making dinner. She is all love.

We enjoyed a trip to the dairy farm, a camping trip, and time spent hanging around Port Angeles. October will bring Halloween, a trip to the Pumpkin Patch, and a trip to Portland. 


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