Your new favorite phrase is "bad girl."

don't ask me why... maybe it's because you are bad to the bone, like this first picture suggests.



we had church in the park this past weekend, and you had all kinds of fun. you didn't seem too jazzed about the slide, once you got to the top and realized what you were in for, but you went down anyway. and you weren't scared of the swing at all. we're not used to having such a fearless kid. i guess we should have learned when you dove out of the shopping cart a long time ago that we're going to have to keep an eye on you. 4 eyes, whenever we can spare them. 6, including sam's. and also the eyes of whoever else happens to be around at the time. at any rate, your knees are all banged up, and you are covered in mosquito bites. i don't really think you mind too much, though. you're always pointing out your booboos, like you're proud of them.

here's a picture of you staring at julia. you really like her. don't go getting any ideas about wanting a little sister.

love, mom