Annie's crib is in our room while my sister's family is visiting. I went to check on her and she'd escaped. The sweet, little fugitive left traces all around my room of her subterfuge: books here and there, pack of new socks for the boys, new boxes of nylons, things from my purse, etc. (writing this post makes me realize I should have put those things away). Finally, my eye caught her little ponytail sticking out from amongst the evidence. I love these little moments...probably because before I can blink, they want to act so big and grown up. Why? Stay small, little Annie, or else I'll have to have another baby...um, or not...yet.