There are stairs on the other side of this platform, but she doesn’t care. She does it her way.

Often that means the hard way.

She loves to explore.

she gets exasperated by her dear old mom, with that obnoxious camera

she vacillates between outgoing and shy

and most any problem can be solved by some time in a swing with a dinosaur.

My baby girl turns two today. I guess I can’t call her a baby anymore.

Happy Birthday, Baby.  (ok, I’m going to keep calling her baby till she makes me stop, and maybe, accidently, after that, too)