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Aspen is getting more and more personality each day. Her excitement is really starting to show in her legs. I remember the same thing happening with Eisley. The more excited she got, the fast her chunky little legs would move. Now Aspen does the same. Last night we went for a walk/bike ride. The girls rode bikes (Kaybree with no training wheels and Eisley still with training wheels) and I pushed Aspen in her stroller. At one point the girls got too far ahead of me so I started jogging with the stroller and feeling the wind in her face, Aspen's legs started swinging happily. It was fun!

Aspen is another mama's girl but not too strong yet. Maybe Brendon can still change her mind! she loves Grandma Vance and she laughs the loudest for Eisley. All Eisley has to do is run toward her and Aspen lets out a shriek and a deep belly laugh. Aspen does not enjoy being held by Eisley but I think those two are going to be good friends.

Both of those younger girls will always depend on Kaybree to take care of them. Kaybree is the best little mama. She can get Aspen out of her crib all by herself and usually takes a few moments to try to snuggle her before she takes her down stairs and puts her with her toys. The other day Kaybree made a bagel for breakfast for herself and for Eisley and sat and entertained Aspen until we got up. She's the sweetest!









Aspen has started standing sometimes. She still doesn't have full control over her feet so moments like this are rare but she has gotten very good at standing, holding onto the side of her crib and climbing like this on the dish washer. She has a very fast army crawl going on right now so her shirt is always grey by the end of the day from dragging her belly.

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