I am fairly certain that pookie was the first 2 1/2 year old to ever conquer the massive hill that leads up to our house, and by massive, I mean so high that your ears may pop on the way up. She just scooted her butt on up the hill while carrying 3 freshly picked limes and chit chatting the entire way. Daddy had to jog back down to get our car since it was parked by the river (well where the river once was when we had rain). So proud of our little peanut. Will and I are feeling it today and I’m pretty sure lil pookie doesn’t even have an ache in her booty. Mega impressed (as usual).