My baby.

Fresh out of the pool... my baby. She is.... crazy. Don't let that sweet expression fool you, she's a nut. Where my other girls were sweet and dainty, she plows in like a bulldozer. At 16 months she figured out how to climb up on the trampoline all by herself. She's 18 months old now; loves the outdoors and books. She's not very nice to books; she dropped one in the bathtub this morning. I think she eats more than I do. I think she'll enjoy taking pictures as much as I do. She tries to take the camera away from me and sometimes seems to prefer being behind the lens rather than in front of it. I give her my point and shoot to play with.