The Girls

My girls are the best. (And Jamie is the best boy, but we have already covered that in another post....obviously not the post right before this one, but whatev...)

I mean, the best.

I've said it before, but it's worth saying again: Maria is the easiest child in the universe. She literally never throws a fit unless she is sick or 1/2 asleep. And she's always been like that.

And when she's not in the middle of an intense game of The Backyardigans on the Leapster....

...or busy posing for some photos...

(you wouldn't think so by this photo, but she literally threw herself down on the ground and said, "Hey, get a picture of this.." I obliged.)

...or showing off her pink cowgirl boots Andy got her...

...she's busy taking care of this girl. Like giving her any toy she could possible want (and demand), like Phinnaeus. And this girl is demanding. She squeals and and pouts and whines. And shoves and cries....but we love her. Because she's the funniest and best 2 year old, too.

Especially when she smiles like this.

And she sucks her thumb like it's going out of style...and it did. Like, months ago.

But she doesn't care. (Secretly, I don't either, and if she happens to still suck her thumb in 10th grade when boys start calling girls, but the boys are turned off by that thumb sucking...I won't mind too much...)

And she laughs at just about everything.

And she's loud and sassy and bosses Jamie and Maria around like crazy...but we love her because she is also the sweetest (almost) 2 year old we know.

And definitely the prettiest.

Even with that thumb in her mouth.