Thursday, February 9, 2012

Time



 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.
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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!

February 9, 2012 at 4:07 PM

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