When people ask how old Parley is I always say she just turned two. In fact yesterday, my friend was referring to Parley, and turned to me and said, "she's two and a half, right?" I of course said, "no, she's two." But then it hit me. The reason half her clothes don't fit, the reason her pants are an inch shorter than the beginning of summer, the reason her vocabulary has exploded is because (gasp!) she is two and a half years old. Well, I guess she is two and five months, but come on, to a mother that is close enough. I could have sworn we just went to the aquarium with her cousins for her birthday. I truly feel it was not too long ago that we flew to Utah, which happened to be the day before her birthday. But some how five months has passed me by and my little girl is growing older. She has such a fun little personality. Even when she is particularly grumpy, her smile comes easily and her mood changes in a blink of an eye. What a fun little girl. Now, if I could just figure out how she got so blonde...
