(At a rest stop, on our way home from a little vacation)
Poppy lives up to her name in every sense. She is the happiest, busiest, little lady.
Always trying her darnedest to keep up with her siblings.
Last night our living room was a circus of vaulting, and cartwheels and splits, and children jumping off of furniture and into forward rolls. Not to be outdone, Poppy walked into the center of the room (narrowly missing a flying leg) and put her arms and head down - bottom high in the air - to attempt her own somersault. She couldn't get her legs off the ground, but boy did she try. She stood to room full of applause anyway.
Gold medal performance.