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Just got Madeline on my mind this morning. As the second child, the blogging on her life has been less. But not the adoration. So let's catch up.

• She says "basically," at the beginning of as many sentences as possible. "Basically, I need a bandaid, because this booboo is kind of better, but not all the way better, and I know it needs air, but first it needs a bandaid."
• She says "infusing," instead of confusing.
• She's intense. Where Meredith rationalizes and can listen to reason, Madi is driven by emotion and can't easily turn that off. Did I tell you about the Grizzlies game where she was going to get to see her pre-K assistant be a Grizzly Girl? We didn't realize that this meant that Madi thought Natasia would be playing basketball. When this did not prove to be the case, Madeline wept as if we had stomped on her heart. And did not stop. 
• She can count to 30 and write her name (and usually hits all 8 letters.)
• She's funny. Still. Last night she got out of bed and ran into our room to throw a wadded up tissue at me. Bounced it off my face. It was funny. She knew it was funny. She also knew it was kind of gross, and that made it funnier. It was also a bit like, "Hey there, David Sugg." 
• She loves Doritos. Not so much the healthy stuff. 
• When she smiles, it's real. She doesn't really have a fake smile. And that just really says it all. 

And now, here to wrap it up with a bit more sentimentality, Mr. Elvis Costello.