stick a fork in me

Looking over her eyebrows at me. Classic NieNie.

It was her berffff-day last week.
We had pancakes and strawberries, jumped in a mountain of balloons, and played several rounds of duck duck goose and button you must wonder. She was thrilled beyond measure.
I was joking with my mother about how different her life is compared to my first born. I believe Queenie's first sentence was "I see airplanes!". NieNie's was
"Don't do dat!"
They smother her. We all can't get enough, poor poor thing.

Blowing through the gap in her teeth, quite hilarious. I might light some candles for her again, just to secretly die inside.

Blowing through the gap in her teeth, quite hilarious. I might light some candles for her again, just to secretly die inside.