Oh
Alana, You'll never realize how stinking cute you are. You are an enigma, really, though. You have this easy going demeanor until the minute you don't. I am convinced there has never been a cuter tantrum-thrower than you. The way you immediately slide into the floor like a baseball player stealing home. You'll roll, tumble, wail, shake your head. Sometimes, if you're really feeling an epic battle raging within, you'll even pause to survey the floor, do a pirouette, and proceed to the slide. It's quite artistic, if I do say so myself. But they never last long, do they. Perhaps because mommy is nonplussed if not amused. I want to capture you in all your cuteness. In all the ways you look at me. The way you move quietly to a corner when you don't want me to see what you're playing with. The way your eyes innocently lock mine when you see me, see you, doing whatever it is that you shouldn't be doing. The way you rifle through my wallet and to