Mine

Last night, as I do every night, I checked on my sleeping beauties before heading to bed myself. Upon reaching Baby Sister's crib and after my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I saw this. She just looked so sweet, innocent and peaceful that I couldn't resist it. I went in search of my camera, found it and snuck back into her room to capture her in this state of pure angelic innocence. Especially as it was in stark contrast to her recent attitude and favorite new bit of vocabulary. Earlier that afternoon, at lunchtime, we were all sitting at the table eating when Baby Sister reached for the string cheese wrapper near the Girl's plate, snatched it between her fingers looked at the Girl and very clearly stated, "That's mine, (and then for added emphasis)miiiiine." Since that incident, 'mine' has been a staple among Baby Sister's repertoire of words and it is usually accompanied by folding her arms across her chest in a show of defiance. Must've got that from her Daddy. But when she's sleeping so sweetly she's mine...all miiiiine.