Alivia

I love this kid. Love her with all my heart. On days when she's the child everyone should experience, and on days when I'm counting down the seconds until I can put her to bed. Love. Her.

The true beauty to be found in her is in all of her dichotomies.

She claims digesting scrambled eggs will make her die, but she asks for seconds while eating goat cheese for lunch. Most days she can be the most rambunctious person in the house, but placed in a scenario where she isn't comfortable and she can't utter a peep. She exudes more beauty than any of those girls on the "Toddlers & Tiaras" commercials, but is more likely to be scouting prey for her praying mantis "Greenie Beanie" than practicing her pageant walk.

She's independent and dependent all in the same breath, and smart as a whip despite being a preschool drop-out (we're going to correct that next week, right Liv?). She's a tomboy and princess within minutes. She possesses a sense of humor years beyond her age, but becomes rigidly serious while discussing tadpoles. The contrasts go on and on.

While I'm convinced she could perform a better late night show than Conan O'Brien, the possibilities for her future are limitless. She could be president of the United States or a clown with Ringling Bros. & Barnum Bailey. Nevertheless, I'll love her either way.