At the ripe old age of 1, Paige had blonde hair, green-ish eyes and a strong will. She pushes bar stools around like they were feathers, she races down the hallways on all fours to catch her brothers, she likes catfood - based solely on taste, eats cheerios, says "more" and "all done" with sign language, and is an all around happy girl, unless she is hungry.
SERIOUS PLANNING
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND
SAMPLING THE PINK PUPPY CAKE
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Happy Birthday Paige! Wow, what a big girl you are.
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