Zinashi has been growing like a weed lately, and I'm pretty sure it's because of all the good growing food she's eating. This is what she'll tell you, anyway, and if it's after dinner, she'll have you take a look at how well she did at filling her belly. Magnificent!
One week her leggings fit perfectly, and the next week she wore the very same pair, and they were more suitable for wading at the beach. I am astonished sometimes to see the length of her.
She seems to have come through the worst of her struggle to control her world, and now she's left with just getting annoyed with me when I take multiple pictures of her in a row. Because she's busy. Froggy is cranky, and he needs to be rocked, and did she mention she is busy? But how can I help myself? I mean:
If you were me, what would you do? You would take the photo, admit it. You'd take this one, too, but she wouldn't be mad, because it's funny.
She is such a delight, even when she won't do us the favor of seeing her photo when she holds our countdown sign.
One dozen, that's how many days we have left. I am packing Zinashi's clothes, pulling out items in the next size up and letting her wear the highwater leggings and shorts inappropriate to the weather in the meantime. It doesn't matter. She looks fabulous regardless; don't you agree?