I remember my sister saying something about being afraid to have a boy because of how crazy boys are.
My boy is not the problem.
I don't know where this little ball of spunk came from. Guess it serves us right for naming her after not one, but two, lively grandmothers.
A couple days ago I had a headache and was sitting down for a few minutes. A few minutes is all it takes for a 4 year old to get his mom's hidden stash of m&m's and feed them to his sister. So I do blame that incident on him:)
She makes a really interesting face which we call her "sour puss face." We aren't sure why she does it but she does it everytime we eat dinner, and sometimes just because. To add to the funnyness of it she pants loudly through her nose while she does the face, and sometimes "things" fly out of her nose. I know that's gross but it is the most bizarre thing. The video is worth watching although not super clear.
She truly is a joy to have around. She is one of the happiest and smiliest babies I have ever seen, when she isn't being dramatic.