ever elizabeth will be 8 months on the 2cd of August. this is pretty cool. here is most of her family (minus dakota, who is seventeen after all, and not home like he used to be) heading out to yogurt on family night ever is now famous in our family for her 'sexy baby' pose. she does this all day. and every time she does it, mr. curry says sexxxy bayabyyyyy in a singsong voice that completely delights her. now everyone in the family says it, and everyone at our preschool. she's wearing her teething necklace made of amber, which i love, an outfit from grandma mary which we love, and a hair clip from one of my sponsors on the side, the little girl avatar. i am addicted to these hair clips. they are cheap and adorable and make her (me) happy. ee in her crib at preschool. ever reading. she has learned how to wave hello, make a grasping motion for 'picky up', says Da-Da and sits up. she just started moving forward in a military crawl, instead of rolling around or moving backward. no teeth yet. my heart. daddy's heart. watching harry potter. every morning we go to Starbucks. it's my big indulgence in life. ee loves our routine. covered in organic sweet potato and using her first sippy cup. all things awesome.
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Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
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