Woof! Woof!

This week was a bit crazy but Ben and I are sitting here on the couch and discussing the blog so I told him I'd type if he told me what he wanted to say.  No promises on what will follow but I do appreciate that he is willing to help write this! 

Bomb, bomb, bomb.  Bomb, bomb, ba-bomb. 
Moley, Moley, Moley (I told you no promise the dude is weird!).

I heard about Jesus, he drinks wine.  I think we'd get along just fine.  (Again, weird and NO alcohol tonight).

Lizzy is beginning to talk a lot more, not necessarily in coherent words but she is signing up a storm and she started saying 'woof' this week.  We always ask what a doggy and kitty say and the 'woof, woof' is the fun one for her.  It will be relevant now that Auntie Megan and Uncle Cliff have a new puppy.  We cannot wait to meet Diesel! 

She is so close to walking, cruising around furniture and climbing up and over us while we are laying on the floor.  We are fighting our naps more and more but literally within two minutes of laying down she is out.  She officially received a cubby in the one's room this week so we are moving out of the baby room at daycare.  She is growing up so fast it is incredible.

Elizabeth, you are now 14 months old and mommy and daddy love you so very much.  We are so proud of you and just know that you make us laugh to the point of tears almost daily.  You will always be our Liz Bug, the Lizster, my pumpkin princess, our Lizard.