Thursday, February 9, 2012


 She keeps growing up.

We now take our meals in the high chair, like a proper lady.

Not that I want her to slow down, but oh MY does time seem to fly. 

Especially when I know she's the end of the Rice Train.

1 comment:

Libby said...

All those trains have to have a caboose. Your train is longer than most. Actually, it's just the right length :-) Her eyes are as big as saucers. Sort of like Teigan's! My big-eyed grandchildren--how lucky can I get!