Big Girl?
So what you’re telling me Miss Liza is that you are growing up? Right before my very own eyes? What shall I do? Today we moved your crib into Truman & Max’s room. New routine… cutting out your bottle (finally!)… you’re not a baby anymore dearie. I’m trying to realize that so I won’t spoil you rotten. sigh…
sure is hard with those darling little piggy tails and painted toes.
she is SOOOO CUTE!