Sometimes I just wish God had given me kids with more personality.

So if you don't know us well the sarcasm in this post's title is lost on you.

I had a nice long lunch with my little lady the other day, while her big brother and little sister took mega naps. I served her turkey slices rolled around strips of cheese and a banana. We played with the elastic holly-and-berries decoration that came on a gift. I marveled at how different she is when she's the only child... not better or worse, just different (when she has 100% of the attention). And I took no less than 100 pictures of her sweet face, because the girl. has. got. personality.

Modeling the decoration.

(I have no idea where she got the idea from...)

*trying to rid her banana of those stringy-things along the peel

*pouting

*negotiating

*sneaking a look

*happy-screaming

*climbing

*inspecting (using a toy wrench as a microscope)

*having a sweet little talk with her mom

*giggling

I love this girl.