A Mother, a Daughter, and a Special Moment.

Helen is now very MOBILE and into EVERYTHING. Our house is now a matter of “what’s under 3 feet? Yep, she can grab it.” I need to build a mantel that runs around the entire room, so I can put everything she can’t have on it. The camera. The remote. My cell phone. Daddy’s wallet. Anything resembling a piece of paper, including receipts, kleenex, mail … hey, wait. You can DEFINITELY shred those bills for me, Helen. Thanks!

If nothing else, it’ll inspire me to keep my house clean.

(Oh, who’s kidding who here. That’ll never happen.)

Saturday Helen & I shared a girl’s rite of passage. It was a special moment, one that will live in my memory forever. And she seemed to respect the importance of the occasion. Yes, we went SHOE SHOPPING. Now this is where every guy reading this entry clicks on “close.” So for the girls still reading, she now has FOUR pairs of shoes that she can wear until she grows out of them, which should be next Monday. Two pairs of sneakers, one pair of traditional baby walking shoes, and a pair of dress shoes.

I’m so proud.

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