My favorite picture of you is in that dress. It was even a bit big then, hitting your ankles. Now it falls just above your knees, and is a bit snug in the back as I stretch the fabric to button it up. You even took it to bed with you a couple of nights ago, clutching and snuggling it as you rubbed your eyes and drank your milk. You wear it over your pajamas or long sleeved shirts, with jeans and jellies, to Target and trips out to just kill time. I’ll be sad the day it doesn’t fit you anymore, because it’s just another sign you are getting older. I love that you attach yourself to certain things (Snookie, anyone? Major Mom fail); when you are big and grown it’ll be a tangible way for me to hold onto your baby years.
Other favorites of yours right now include Curious George, anything princess, anything sweet and not healthy (minus eggs and strawberries, you do well with those at least!), Samantha, who we hope will be with us for the long haul, bubbles, being outside, going to Grammy’s, stomping in puddles, dogs, and just generally being a crazy, explorative little girl. You like to count to three, and then skip to nine. You still only give out kisses sparingly. I think you are going to love being a big sister, since the two newborns you have seen so far you have been infatuated with. The other day I caught you sitting in our bed, so quiet, staring out the window. It’s in those moments I wonder what is going on in that little head of yours. Right now you are sitting on the counter with Daddy, both of you with legs dangling over the counter, eating dry Frosted Flakes, just because you think it’s fun.
These are the things I want to remember as you get older. The little things that otherwise get lost in between the big milestones. You keep me laughing yet busy all the time, that’s for sure, and there are days when I just want to lay down and sleep, but I’d have it no other way. I really cannot believe that after this month I will have to stop referring to your age in months, you will be a big two year old. Stop growing! Love you little miss.
I didn’t realize why you were looking so mischievous until I had these in Lightroom…you know picking up cigarettes is a no no. I guess I should be ashamed I didn’t realize it until after the fact…but I kind of just think it’s funny.
Same dress, different day…