Little Annie turned six years old the other day. She wanted a strawberry cake with white icing, blue sprinkles and purple butterflies. She asked for mint chocolate chip ice cream. She also wanted to go bowling as a family. Those were simple requests from a gentle spirited, kind and loving little girl.
We are so happy you are in our lives, Anne Marie. We love you very much.
to find a cuter child than this one. Go ahead. I'll wait right here while you check. :)
My mother's friend crocheted this little sweater set. It has ladybug buttons. I think the outfit raises the cherubic cuteness factor by several points. Then add in the little fluttering hands, the temporary angelic expression, the perfect posture and the round, kissable cheeks framed by the darling hat and I think you've got the cutest child ever. That's just my objective opinion, of course. :)
On a literary note, don't you think she looks like Flicka, Ricka and Dicka?
is Annie's favorite pastime.
"Push me all duh way up to the moon, Mama!"
Who says you can't brush your teeth and wash your feet at the same time?
Annie is just so happy that Bridgie has come to play today! Bridget's mom, Ann Marie, is ready to deliver her seventh baby. She is a week overdue today. Won't you say a prayer for her? :)
UPDATE: Ann Marie gave birth to her newest little fellow, Joseph Anthony on March 15th. Thank you for your prayers!!
Annie has a very strong devotion to the Infant Jesus. She seeks out statues of Him at church, asking to stop there when we are out by pointing and saying "Jesus!". She has an Infant of Prague statue on her bookshelf and a picture of Him in frame in her room. She was thrilled that he had arrived on Christmas Day, filling the manger with His sweetness.
He has gotten many, many kisses...
and she has been patting His little head.
Annie has been saying single words for many months, "Mommy", "Daddy", "ball", "birdie" and most recently her name. Yesterday, for the first time, she strung two words together and said, "Baby Jesus".
She just makes my heart melt.
Here is the best one I got:
She sat nicely for the haircut and has spent the afternoon strutting around, flipping her hair, dancing to Peggy Lee's "I Like a Sleighride" (though her favorite is Ella). :-)
Oh, how we love you!
There is something utterly irresistable about my littlest girl. It might be those plump, kissable cheeks that frame her sweet smile or those petal pink lips that curl up at the corners. When she smiles, I get a warm feeling deep in my stomach. It spreads up my chest and neck and bursts out into a big, goofy grin.
If you tickle her under her chin, you can catch the scent of her delicious baby breath (like a mix of vanilla, honey and chamomile). She is terribly ticklish. She throws back her head, mouth open wide, laughing her deep, bubbling laugh. Then she signs "More" and dares you to do it just one more time, looking at you out of the corner of her blue eyes.
And I do it, again and again and again, as many times as she asks because she will only be this old for this very moment. Then, the moment is gone and another has taken its place.
Just like that.
