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This one is a handful of love, joy, boundless energy, nonstop talking, and so much Life! She thrills and exhausts us everyday, and I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next. I just hope for a nap first…

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5 thoughts on “These Moments”

melanie jennifer says:

August 17, 2012 at 12:58 pm

Adorable!
veronago says:

August 18, 2012 at 8:21 am

I miss her SO much. LOVE!
Burk says:

August 19, 2012 at 8:46 pm

Love these pics! Can’t wait to see you guys!
pdxknitterati says:

August 20, 2012 at 12:04 am

She rocks the rainbow hat so well!
Bells says:

August 21, 2012 at 3:36 am

I can’t see her without thinking of Alice – I know what you mean – the energy, the talking – oh the talking!!

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