Yum.

Miss Colette has learned to let go of a guiding hand and waddle on her own. She looks either drunk or like she is constantly bracing herself for a fall (or sleepwalking - hands out in front of her like a baby zombie). In all varieties, she is killing us with her cuteness. She has learned to stop and smell all the flowers, with me as her mother, flower smelling is a real priority in her one year book of those. Central Park is an absolute haven - spring more than any other season. We are in love.








Thinking about it first.