She is the drama queen. She drops down on the floor and cries if Raffae gets the milk bottle before she does! She pulls Raffae's hair whenever he passes by her royal throne (the highchair). As soon as a show is over on tv and the credentials come up, she takes her pacifier out of her mouth, looks at us and goes "uh!". That means, put the next dvd/tape in right NOW! She looks at me out of the corner of her eyes whenever she sees the fridge door open and then lunges for the ketchup bottle which is kept on one of the shelves on the fridge door. I can stare at her all day long. Her eyes, her smile, her cheeks, her little feet, her toes, her hair. I can't believe sometimes that she is my little girl, that she grew up inside of me. How can I create something so perfect!