Raegan. My baby. My two year old.
In the blink of an eye she will be my college graduate.
Feels like just yesterday I was two, screaming because I wanted to jump rope all by myself and you better believe my sisters dare not look at me and darn not touch the rope. Or the toddler making her way across the ice and snow to tell the cameraman "Daddy, I'm gonna kiss you mwahh mwahh" or eating the Christmas cookie dough only to spit it back in the batter, or rocking out to Michael Jackson with my rubber band guitar in my undies (wait maybe that was last week?)
This little lady sure is something special and boy does she know what she wants in life. Aside from being extremely determined and quite boisterous, she is the sweetest, most caring toddler I know (of course I am biased). The future is hers and I foresee great things.
I didn't play dressup with dolls too much as a kid, so I will be making up for lost time with this gal.
My mini-me: jeans, bare feet, camera in hand, and a white tank top with stains of coarse.