Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Girl

Am I always so negative? Maybe... maybe I spend too much time agonizing over things that don't really matter. There are real, actual things to be worried over in this world, and at the end of the day, I have three kids that are happy, healthy, and truly the joy of our lives. I promise. And I promise to remember that more and not dwell on the things that drive me insane.

In all? Things are good. Halloween was fantastic, even if it was frusterating that Emily would cower and whine about not going to the "scary" houses. Emily was a graceful and sweet Princess Leia, Violet fell asleep as we strolled through the neighborhood, and Will was the most perfect Jedi ever.

And I probably don't talk enough about Violet. She's just about the best and most cutest baby ever. Really, I mean really, you might say I'm biased, but can you argue with this?
She's just so happy. If her smile could get any bigger, I think her face would just break. Will has even grown attached to her, and gives her the sweetest kisses at bedtime. She's discovered that she can squeal (I know, in this house? Go figure) and she'll do it at the top of her little voice as she kicks her feet as hard as she can. And can she move! Last night I put her down on one side of the bed, and sat on the other edge reading something distractedly, and the next thing I knew, her little fist was hitting my back. She's not crawling exactly, but she scoots, rolls and drags herself across the room. She's a determined, loud, and stubborn girl. She's fitting right in.