ever is seventh months and every single one of us loves her as the last ( ? ) baby of a family is due- as the Queen Babycakes. she rules. she is awesome. she is everything. she is shining eyes and toothless smiles and giggles at midnight and laughing when you were about to cry, she brings her 14 and 17 year old brothers to baby talk and her 9 year old sister to adoring coos. she nurses like a champ and travels like a chimp. or maybe the other way around? anyway, here she is at the bayside Curry Family Picnic Reunion ( yearly ) in her bearie cute ( i'm sorry! i'm sorry! oh God the humanity! i am so disgusted with myself. all i can say is I read wayyyy to many Strawberry Shortcake books to Lola when she was very small ) jacket that Auntie Kristi gave her the youngest four girl cousins include Lola and Ever. Lola looooves these two cousins. she cried when we left. in fact, she stomped angrily to the car after receiving the last hot dog of the day. she wasn't too mad to eat the hot dog, though. seven of the gang of cousins. Mr. Curry is part of the generation of cousins that just gave up their title of 'the cousins' not too long ago. the new generation of Curry cousins is about 9 strong, around there. Dakota wrestling with the little cousins. they were THRILLED to the maximum of thrills. Dakota was a good sport and got summarily stomped into the ground for a good 20 minutes. Jacob's (the redhead) middle name is Yohan and his Dad said he's a Viking. after watching Jacob wail on Dakota- at age 3- I totally agree. he's old school. Jacob, Ever and Reefy hanging out. Ever is under that blanket there, nursing, and this is our end of the day picture. Isn't my necklace purty? Target, a much better last minute purchase than at the wedding. If you know what I mean. xo Maggie
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Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
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