:: Right now I'm listening to Frances England's "Family Tree": think light, happy, banjo and these lyrics:
Hey ho, just how will it be/ when we add another branch to our family tree....
How will it be? This is how:
These days, you point to everything asking, Eh? Your favorite objects are lights, fans and snow.
^Juniper had just flipped on the light to wake you up. This is you, all sleepy and squinty-eyed saying, Eh?^
From the day you were born you've had this goofy head/ear/hair fetish. It started with a disdain for hats. Then, as soon as you were able, you'd pull at your ears and grab your hair while nursing. Then, once you could sit up, you'd hold things up to your ears, or stretch things behind your head, or over your head. And still today, you love to just randomly slap and grab your own head. It makes us laugh. Always. We love you so.
^Seriously. You do this to yourself all the time.^
You are a snuggler.
You love to play ball.
You can hang with the big kids.
Generally, you prefer meat and fish over anything else. You especially like salmon and moose. And pomegranates. You'll take flavor and spice over mild and bland. You still only have two teeth.
Two weeks ago you turned one. Oh, Hazel Iris, I love you so. Happy birthday sweet Hazel-basil.
P.S. Daddy says, "I want to eat you up."