Yesterday marked 15 months with you, my sweet girl. You are one and one quarter years old. You are so much. You are more than I think either of us could have ever imagined. You are so bright and have such a fun personality. You have no concept of strangers and find nothing more entertaining than engaging in "discussions" with new people. The ladies at the deli counter at the grocery store know you and seem to be disappointed when I don't have you with me. You really know how to work a room and it's hilarious to watch. Even more so when you reach your "I'm just about to lose my shiz I am so tired" phase, because in those 10 minutes, you are a 25 pound physical comedian, falling, flapping, head wagging, babbling maniac whose sole purpose is to capture the attention of anyone that dare step in your wake.
You have started to repeat more words now, but still in your sweet, high, unsure voice. You will say "peese" more and more, sometimes unprompted. Of course, you now think that by saying peese you should get anything you want, which resulted in a not-so-minor melt down over me refusing you pedialyte pops at 7:15 one morning. I guess that's an equally important lesson you will need to learn. And believe me, it's not easy for me to tell you no when I hear that sweet peese come from you.
You walk or run all the time now. You have no concept of danger and refuse to play on the "baby" section of the playground. The bigger the slide, the better. Though you still just prefer to climb up them. You are very tough and very rarely cry. You are on the move constantly. You still use your binkie, but really only right when you lay down to sleep. You love bunny more than ever. You sleep with a blanket. You now have 6 teeth (I think there are 6 up there, you don't ever let me look) on top and are getting 2 new teeth on bottom, for a grand total of 10. You have an adorable little gap in your top teeth, which is one of the few things that seems to be from me, though mine was a little less adorable. Let's all pray that's the only dental trait you inherited from your mother.
Showing everyone your cheez-its at the pool.
Playing in GB and Big's school bus in your super-girl PJs.
Learning that while also a tasty treat, Crayons also serve a secondary purpose!
Playing in the aforementioned school bus, but this time with Parker and Chloe. The squealing that ensued was likely to result in a noise complaint.
Getting ice cream with Dad on your 1.25 year old birthday. The strawberries make it healthy.
In 20 years I want to remember how independent you are and refuse to hold my hand, until you realize that you need help and your arm shoots up, knowing one of us is right there to help you out. I want to remember how funny you think it is when I blink really quickly with my face up close to yours, and how you love to stick your fingers veeeerrrrryyyy close to my eyes to feel my eye lashes. I want to remember how much you love reading about puppies and kittens. I want to remember how while you love the puppy and kitten books, your favorite thing to do with books is not to read them, but rather to carry them from room to room and unpack them from various shelves. I want to remember how you shake and your eyes get really big when you see something you really want, like mac and cheese or your Dad's iPhone.
I want to remember it all.
I love you, sweet girl.
Mom
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