Carissa is two.

Sunday best (including Wesley’s tie).

A Sunday stroll in the backyard.

Feeding her doll (poor doll).

Hanging her underwear in the closet (her idea, not mine).

Sleeping. Never so peaceful as now.

Putting Band-Aids on herself and her doll. She doesn’t like to wear Band-Aids when she actually has an owie, but considers them more like decorative accessories to be worn at her own discretion.

Putting on multiple Pull Ups. She often prefers Wesley’s to her own. She was not happy when John snapped this photo.

Helping her doll use potty.