The older Truman gets, the more I realize what a perfect baby Mil was. We never dealt with her being sick, or getting numerous bumps and bruises. Truman on the other hand, poor guy! He is so busy, and consistently gets new bruises. Take for example the big gash above his eye, just in time for the Santa photo. But Truman is so tough, very much a boy. He, and for a few weeks now, fully walks. His favorite person is Mil, he absolutely adores her. It is the neatest thing to watch them interact. Mil is like a tiny body guard for T, she loves having the role of telling me what T is doing, what danger he may encounter. Like, "Mom he's getting the cat!", or, "He's eating my small kitchen toys!". Milly is a great helper to me, and an even better big Sister.
*note Mil's gingerbread mouth in the pics!*
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