Fifteen months

Yesterday Marlo turned fifteen months old. The cold that she had all last week is still lingering, and she’s taken to rubbing her nose with her palm like this. So now her nose and part of her cheek are totally chapped, and it makes her look like she’s got a terrible rash. I guess it matches the chipped tooth and mullet. She just needs some tobacco in her lower lip, and we’ll call it good.