I picked her name out the day after I had Brittani. Her name is Victoria Blair. I knew right from the start she was going to be a little firecracker. When we came home from the hospital and she kept me up almost everynight. I guess if she could not sleep then noone was going to sleep. I do remember however; when she was about 3 months old she began doing this crazy little thing when she was sitting in her little carrier. You had better make sure she was always strapped in. If you did'nt you would find her with her back arched so much that the top of her head would be flat on the floor and she was scooting her way out of that crazy seat. It looked as if she was doing a back bend. I would always say you could put her in an iron cage with nothing in it and she would find a way out or tear it up one. She was fiesty! Wait a minute she still is.
Blair looked way different than her big sister when she was born. She was light brown hair and olive skin. The older she got the curlier her hair got. She reminded me of Shirley Temple at one point. I always dressed her and Britt alike. In mean indentical. People ask why? Well because if I bought one thing for one and something else for the other they would fight over it. So I found a remeady to that quickly.
Let me describe Blair to you now that she is 17 and a senior in high school this year. She is 5'2 105lbs. She has light brown hair and wears all of about a 0. Ugh it must be nice! She is still fiesty, moody, sweet, kindhearted, beautiful ( she does not think so), hyper, hardworker, persistent, mouthy, drama queen ( as is most girls) and etc.....
More on her later........
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