It's 24 months of May! (Can I still give my daughter's age in months!?)
In the past three months Mary Allison trampled through a blizzard with snow drifts higher than her head, conquered the Philadelphia Zoo with baby doll in tow, started (a somewhat rigorous) gymnastics class, and has proven that it's time to pack up her cloth diapers. She's developed her own sense of style this month frequently demanding red polka dot socks with her white church shoes and always begs for the dinosaur pj's at night. She prefers to wear either several pairs of pants at the same time or goes completely commando-- there is no in between. Most days include hours of dada horse rides around the house, piles of library books, a watercolor painting, and meticulous care of her growing stash of baby dolls.
It is mostly impossible to believe that our tiny black-haired newborn is already growing into this little girl. On her birthday two years ago my mom described her this way: "She is sweet. She is smart. She is strong." And although she has grown and changed so much in the past 24 months, she is still that.
All our love,
b + c + m
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