I told y'all I'm in the Christmas mood. Big time.
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Today we went to the local park to shoot photos for our Christmas card. It takes months to get the card together. And I've finally learned to shoot one family member at a time. That way I preserve my sanity and I'm not
Today was The Teenager's turn only because we got the hair together which is a monumental achievement in itself. She picked out what she wore and added the necklace she made at her brothers infusion. I said no to the Gravedigger ball cap that she got at Monster Jam, though. I know. I'm such a party pooper.
The Teenager was 17 months old when she joined the family.
Now she's 17 years old.
Where did my baby go?
When you think of her original prognosis and you look at her now you have to agree with the big city university geneticist. She certainly "does look better in person than she does on paper."
That's one way of putting it, honey.
I prefer "miracle."
So which photo do you like?