Shiamma. AKA Fiamma. If and when you ask her what her name is, it's Shiamma. Not sure why. She can pronounce Fiamma, but maybe Shiamma sounds better. Fiamma Blaise Zion. Oh how she is living up to her name. Our fiery little flame. She has a very wide vocabulary. Sometimes to my detriment. She is now using the "potty". I even took her out today with out a diaper. Wow. But we made it home with out any accidents. She loves jeans. Wants to wear them to bed at night. Can't get enough of Elijah. Has a knack for making him laugh. Plans on marrying her daddy. Loves shoes, jackets, purses, necklaces...is wearing 2 as we speak. And loves to sing. Loves to help me feed Gratia. Is a great big sister. Trying to understand that sitting on her is probably not in everyone's best interest, but we're getting there though.
She is more than I had ever hoped for. Thank you Jesus.
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