My beautiful Mess

Sullivan has lots of lovely little hair accessories. The problem is that she won't leave them in very long. She pulls them out, attached, of course, to several silky strands of her pretty hair. So, she usually looks like this. I have no idea how she finds her way around the house. Here's a little update on this precious, scruffy-looking bundle: she still does not walk, though she can furniture-surf. She loves to eat most foods, as long as they are mashed up or in tiny pieces. She loves vegetables the most. She doesn't like to drink anything except for my milk and water. She ADORES her daddy and starts singing "Da...Da..." on our way down the stairs every morning. She can't wait for me to hand her over. She LOVES to sing songs and dance while we're singing. Her favorites are "Jesus Loves Me" and "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." Every night at bedtime she has a heart-melting bedtime routine where she gives and receives numerous kisses from her brothers, laughing hysterically the whole time. She's so happy, she can hardly stand it (neither can her brothers, who think she hung the moon). Right before I put her in bed, she hugs me with her whole body so tight and kisses me profusely. Then, she pops right up to her feet in her crib and waves through the slats saying, "ni-ni." She is, quite possibly, the happiest, most joyfully content person I have ever met. Ever. As Zane likes to sing, "Sullivan Grace, Sullivan Grace, she's the prettiest girl all over the place. Yes she's sweet and yes she's smart; She is a GREAT WORK OF ART. Oh, our little cupcake, Sullivan Grace." (to the Spiderman tune)