Paisley, you don't like my mama stare. You will cover your eyes and tell me to stop when you're getting the stare.
I can't help it. You are so mischievous, little miss. Last night you were nowhere to be found, and we couldn't hear you. That means something is brewing. Low and behold we found you in the dining room devouring a block of cheese. You love cheese.
Mac, sweet and gentle are still appropriate terms for you. Your funny moment today was running up and telling me there were butterflies in your foot. Apparently you were sitting on your foot, and it fell asleep. We stomped together until all the butterflies were gone.
Sports.. Y'all love to race and throw. Ball. Dad is waiting on his athletic child. LS is doing great in swimming, and this is a good outlet for everyone. We love going to meets, and we love even more when she improves her time (which she has done every meet for the last 2 weeks).
You both have an 'arm' as dad says. P has quite a strong throw, and she has potential to do some damage. She's also fast.
Mac is big. You won't be playing football (mama can't do it), but your future in other areas is bright.
We've found a t ball league for y'all next year. I'm so excited!
I love watching your relationship grow, and I will nurture sibling relationships as much as I can. These are some of the most important people in our life- this mama will encourage and champion them always.
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