This little spit fire is almost never still from the time she wakes up til the time she sleeps and even in her sleep, she is talking. About the weather, about Rylee, about Doc McStuffins, about God, about whatever.
She is 39 months old, completely potty trained, completely smart mouthed, and completely weird. She loves Millie, baked beans, and anything sparkly.
She gets on my nerves, but I wish I could keep her this small forever, and I love her to the moon and back.