Flowers are finally in bloom and we have the prettiest daisies growing abundantly in our back yard. I always catch Hallie back there touching them, and talking to them. (I’m convinced that’s why they’ve grown so well!) So today, I asked if she wanted one, and she thought that was the coolest thing, because I always tell her not to pick them. So here she is with her bright and shining daisy.And as a sidenote- we were putting her to bed tonight and asked her, “How old are you going to be when baby brother comes.” She thinks for a second and then replies, “Probably four.” I say, no you’ll be three!” She calmly replies back, “No, I’ll probably be four.” Probably not!