
Ella's first electric mixer beater with whipped cream.

Yummy. She's all smiles now but it was quite the opposite when it came time to let the beaters go. She's really getting the tantrum thing down. Ah, joy.

After the suggestion from Aunt Kilene, Mom put in Ella's first full pigtails. She was really happy about it...

Freedom, sweet freedom. This is later that night when we took them out. It was a good fro.

And this is my favortie bed head yet. It really isn't fair that this hair adorns the head of someone who at this point could really care less. I wish I could borrow her hair for a few years. Is that wrong?
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