my daughter is a gangster.

it's been awhile since i talked about the awesome-sauce-ness 

that is my gangster baby.

truth is, she does gangster things

all. the. time

but i just keep forgetting to blog about it.

one thing that's for sure, she adores her brother.

but i think she's starting to get tired of him and his rough ways.

i think she's secretly plotting to get him back when she gets older.

why?

well, anytime he cries she gets a huge grin on her face.

like CRAZY HUGE.

especially when i'm nursing her.

austin cries and i look down at her and she is grinning a kid in a candy store.

its's like she's saying,

"yea sucka. get your cry on. i'm just gonna keep drinking my breastmilks and laughing at you"

{no that wasn't a typo. we call it breastmilks -plural- around here}

my daughter is a gangster.