dear lynley,

I made this blog just for you! but...mom didn't do a good job at keeping it up. But, i've been thinking a little more, and i want to start it agian.

It's usually just you and me around this house- and sometimes i find myself talking to you like we're just girl friends doing dishes and eating cheetos. i know that you cant understand me, and sometimes you look at me with a confused face, or you just start laughing at me, but i love it. I love having you follow me around the house as i fold laundry, or dust the shelves. I love hanging out all afternoon playing with toys or reading books in our warm sunny family room. Sometimes, after dad goes to school, we crawl back into bed and play under the sheets. Sometimes, we go for long walks or jogs around the neighborhood. Sometimes we go to grocery store, and i can harldy get down the isle without soemone just oogling over you--and you at them.

Who could blame them?

You are an infectious little girl. Sometimes, when i'm really sad...maybe even crying, you smile and it just pulls me from wherever i am, and back to you. back to your smiles and laughs.

I'm going to write about our adventures little lady. I'm going to write aobut YOUR adventures.

I love you lou lou.