seventeen months. seventeen months ago you turned it all upside down.
the way we see life, the way we celebrate holidays. the reasons we make the decisions we’re making.
they all changed because of you.
we made a new friend at the pediatricians office this month. you are measuring in at 98% for your height and 54% for your weight. tall and skinny, never would have guessed you’d be any different. these little heart pants on your bum? they’re 2T little one.
food doesn’t hold that much importance in our day these days.
pretzels, raisins, baby oranges. those are the stuff dreams are made of.
it might be why you’re only weighing in just above twenty pounds, but we don’t break for real meals much. lots of yogurt, lots of fruit and you’re good to go.
there’s not much you’re not into lately. the world is at your fingertips and you’re ready to discover it!
due to an inopportune incident involving a tee shirt with a devilishly unstretchy collar, you’re now terrified of putting shirts over your head, lest they get stuck. so we play peek-a-boo, all day every day, to get clothing over your head. this too shall pass.
oh, you are all about the activities. “culla” (color) “pee-doh” (play dough) “baffs” (baths) “daw” (draw), you name it. in fact, you decided you’d like to be potty trained and after a few weeks of sitting on the real potty, we gave in and bought you a zoey potty for christmas. your welcome :).
every few hours you look at us and say, “try?” yes baby. lets go try. and lo and behold, you’re peeing on a big girl potty.
your grammy gave you a baby doll for christmas and you’re the sweetest little mama i’ve ever seen. besides
you’re a dancer, an artist, a lover, a snuggler, a talker, a snacker, and the best thing this mama’s ever done. love you so much my not so tiny girl. so so much.