I'm sure it also has to do with the age. She can only say a few words, so she has to squeal, cry, grunt and scream to make herself heard. But boy do we hear her. My sister, Leslie, said it best "I can't wait for Claire to talk so we can find out what is going on in that head of hers."
This picture was also in Colorado. She looks angelic, right? Ha! We tried to hike with the other cousins, but she was slow as molasses, she didn't want to walk in the tall grasses, would not let go of my hand, and was just being fussy. So, we stayed behind in the meadow and it took about 15 minutes for me to convince her that picking flowers is 'fun', that hiking in the grass is what we do in Colorado and she needed to get used to it! She finally gave in and enjoyed herself - but all on her own timing.

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