Let me remind you all that she's not even 3 years old yet. But when Papa came out of his room this morning to go and wake her up, Kirsten closed her door and jumped back in bed. I guess she wasn't ready to get up yet. She pitched a fit when Papa did pull her out of bed. Isn't that a teenage thing, not a toddler thing?


And she wanted Papa to put her hair up in a pony tail today. I kept looking back at her on the way to school. She looked so grown up and, well, sophisticated. Where's my baby girl?