Molli Malou at Twelve

Twelve years in two minutes.  Here we go.

1. The year she was born: ex-step-cousin Nikolai does a photo shoot a few weeks before Christmas of her first year on the planet and we make sure to get the indispensable “laughing baby with a bare butt” shot:

2. On the brink of her first birthday, we spend a summery week up at Morfar’s house (later to be our own), and Molli takes some of her first steps in the back yard — and in a fantastic wardrobe:

3. In the USA, we have a blustery day at the beach right around her second birthday.

4. About a month after her third birthday we’re in Lake Garda, Italy:

5. Just four years old, she’s bewildered by Daddy’s insistence that she stand in front of Christine Rhodes’s house so Daddy can get a shot of her and the house across the street:

6: For her fifth birthday, she gets a swing set in the back yard of our new house:

7: And by age six she is a proud and loving big sister:

8: Not long after her 7th birthday, she’s with her whole American family in the White Mountains of New Hampshire:

9: And a few months before her 8th birthday, she’s running amok on the beaches of Portugal:

10: Now she’s about nine, posing with her sister and cousins:

11: And by age 10 she’s performing in a Broadway-sized production of Evita:

12: The eleven-year-old Molli Malou is looking good!

13: And in 2016, Molli Malou is the handball animal!

Dear Molli Malou: you are a smart, talented, athletic, wonderful girl, well on your way to becoming a smart, talented, athletic, wonderful woman.  Mor and Daddy love you wildly and have enjoyed every minute of our time together so far, and cannot wait for all the adventures ahead!