when i say, "go get your reading pillow," sage carefully packs around this boppy pillow, then plops down on it with a stack of books.
fresh out of the bath (one of like three baths a day...she prefers water), we made a reading fort with grandma's quilt.
someday i'll want her to be this age again.
the age where she sat and watched the tennis players with awe out our window.
the age where she babbled to herself as she flipped through go dog go for the eightieth time.
the age where she hid in the curtains and squealed with delight when we'd pretend to find her.
wish i could bottle this up.
She's SO adorable. And I know what you mean about bottling it up- Graham turned one month old yesterday and I cried because he will never be a teeny newborn again.
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