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One year and one day ago, we found out our little bean was a baby girl.
We knew already if we had a girl, her name would be Elizabeth, after my grandmother. One week later, we knew what the rest of her name would be.
I love having a girl. I love dressing her up. I love her little long, loopy curls. It is SO MUCH FUN.
As long as I don’t think about her being a teenager, hating me, and having to give her a “birds and bees” talk, I’m good.