Weeks up to 115...

Dear Jorie,

I'm again having to apologize for not keeping up with the letters to you. I find it so hard to find the time or motivation to write these lately. The last few weeks in particular have been action packed, with Your Uncle Chris and Aunt Kim's wedding in Chicago on August 30th, and all the summer things we've tried to do packed in around it.

You were a flower girl in the Wedding. It was amazing. You were adorable. Right before we walked down the aisle you were totally melting down, but you did the walk calmly and cutely. You did start melting down after I handed you off to your Father though, so he had to take you outside and walk you around a bunch.

You stole the show every chance you got too. My favorite story is right before we took you up to the room, you ran around like mad trying to find "AUNT KIIIIIM!" when we found her, You reached up and took her hands and said "Aunt Kim! Dance with me!" and then you, Kim and your Uncle Chris went out on the dance floor, and you "boogied" out there without Me or Your Father, for an entire song.

You're talking so much now, and in these really amazing complex sentances. You continually say things that amaze us, that make us laugh, that astound us. Last night at Ross Family Dinner, you pointed at Wesley and said "That's my best friend."

Your favorite things to do right now are "Shake my booty!" and "Boogie!" to music. To draw, everywhere you can, with markers if you can get your hands on them, brushing your "little rainbow dash, little pinky pie and big rainbow dash" dolls hair, and running, always the running.

You got out of your room for the first time this Saturday. Your father and I were asleep. Your father says he heard you moving around and kind of grunting, I woke up when you shut the door to our room. I saw your head bobbing along as you ran around the bed and popped up in front of me and said "Good morning Mommie! Time to get up!" We think you managed to crawl under the gate across your door.

Today you took out one of the "book shelf" shelves we have on your wall, the middle one. I was changing for work and I heard a crash, when I came in your room you were just standing at the door trying to look innocent. When I asked you what happened you said "I knock it over." The middle shelf was pulled out of the wall and lying in a mess of books on the floor. I think you had tried to climb them, but I'm not sure.