...is a Pixie.
My baby is Four.
When she gets nervous, she mumbles softly, "My mommy." I think it's her mantra.
About an hour after she awakes, she tells me, " I forgot to give you a hug." Even though she didn't.
She knows the name of almost every tool in our garage. I've taught her everything I know.
Confidently tells me she can do just about everything better than I can. She gets her confidence from me.
Tucks her hair behind her ears and has since it was long enough to bug her... I love when she does this
Tells everyone what they can get her for Christmas and her birthday. How much heartache and stress would Joel avoid if I could do this, too?
Thank you, Katey..
believing in fairies
telling me I'm pretty
loving your grandparents
adoring your daddy
hugging your brothers
and saying the word, "Actually..." it always puts me in my place.