Margaret is growing up. I am so pleased with how she is doing. She is getting so close to crawling. She rolls to get where she wants to go and complanes if I try to entice her to go strait forward. The most exciting thing is that she has started talking a bit. She said "go" today after I said "ready set go." She has said up, hat, all done, mama, Dada, owder (for powder). She says num for eat and food. She gives really good attempts at signing too. She also turns pages in books we read at night. We love this little girl.
Butterflies are known for their unusual life cycle that includes a spectacular metamorphosis from caterpillar to a colorful winged adult. They have an erratic yet graceful flight pattern that attracts attention when they pass. The Ancient Greek word for butterfly is psȳchē, which means soul. I particularly admire their symmetry and kaleidoscope of colors.