Each age we exclaim “She can’t possibly get any cuter” and then damn it, she gets cuter.

She babbles. Says uh-oh clearly with some great attempts at other words we just don’t understand yet.

She gives kisses. Open mouth, toothy, wet kisses.

She hugs.

She chases the cats.

She tries to put on her own coat.

She loves books. And really loves the one’s I don’t enjoy reading.

She shares her food. With us and the cats. Unless it’s something she really, really likes. (Our cat Lemon really, really likes waffles.)

Homegirl is killing it with the cuteness.

She’s max factor cute.

She’s working on her 10,000 hours.

She made it go to 11.

What I’m saying is, she can’t possibly get any cuter…