July 20, 2014

My First Teenager

She just turned Five-teen.


We had a soft celebration of her birthday before we left but we celebrated this little chickadee all day long again.  She had no recollection that she had previously received presents so we had to remind her.

She is certainly a handful -- as in a whole 5 fingers.  The big 0-5.

Those eyes don't lie.  She is the Grand Poobah of all strategizing.


She has an eye for what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it.


She is loved so completely by all of us.  Our family needs her.  Bridger needs her.


She keeps me young -- or is making me prematurely old.  I haven't figured out which one yet. I think it may vary depending on the day.


Happy Birthday little Eliza-Do!