I'm surprised I even remember how to create new posts.
My where has the time gone? Oh yeah, I remember. Its been spent with my sweet beautiful funny devil-child. Does that make sense? No? Well let me explain. Westyn knows EXACTLY what to do to get what she wants. She will be the sweetest little girl on the planet, playing nicely and then all of a sudden when we are not responding to what she wants... no NEEDS, now, she freaks out. Like I'm talkin' throws a tantrum; arms and legs flailing on the floor, screaming, whining, the works. It's pretty hysterical really. But then when we cave in because we truly think she may hurt herself, she is perfectly fine. Like nothing happened. Oh joy, what is 2 going to be like? I'm not going to lie, she is a very difficult child but she is also so very perfect that I wouldn't trade her in for a mega millions win.
If I could just bottle up this little girl and show her to the world, I think there would be more happiness and humor. She's like this fireball of sunshine. I would have several more photos to share with you but unfortunately every time I take a picture of her she moves before I'm done because she wants to see. She says, 'See, See Mommy, See picture' So every picture I have from over the holidays is blurred because her face is moving out of the view to get a good look at nothing. And then she's dissapointed because the picture sucks.
Too much rambling nonsense, sorry. Needed a break from work and I thought I would say hello.
Taking a nap with my Dad at the Canal
Caught red-handed. We're probably bad parents for letting her climb on the countertops.
Again, another day, another climbing on the countertops.
She loves to give Troy make-believe baths but will stop, pose and say cheese at the drop of a dime. 
