All About Leah

The other day I was taking some pictures of the kids, which Leah took as her cue to whine about wanting to take photos HERSELF. I said, "Okay, only 3, though," and then left to put Ben down for his nap. It took a bit longer than expected, and when I came back, Leah was still snapping away. We went through them together, and I marveled privately at what a 3 year old can find to take photos of when no one is in the room. There were FIVE photos of the afghan from about a foot away. FIVE. And this afghan was just lying there. Not posing, or doing anything exceptionally cute. All told, I deleted thirty photos. Not this one, though.

Thought it was pretty cute, actually.

At lunch yesterday, Leah told my mom,

"I want to be a firefighter, a doctor, a princess,

and a photographer when I grow up."

Leah also invented sign language for taco:

Her little finger is tucked under the others, if you don't have microscopic vision.

Here's the story she told everyone at church about her coat: "Grandma Bobbie made it for me, but first all my girl cousins wore it." What she DIDN'T say is that her oldest girl cousin is 26 years old. It's a family heirloom.

Yesterday we thought Leah seemed extra tired, but chalked it up to waking early and having gymnastics start again. This morning, Aaron woke me up (after generously getting up with the kids) saying, "Leah has pink-eye." We made an early appointment with our pediatrician, quickly showered and bathed, and were off - and now Leah has her FIRST presciption. You read right. Well, the first that we'll actually use, anyway.