Monday, April 16, 2012
I wuz cankles
You're not really a toddler anymore. You're starting to be a kid. The chubby budda belly is
slimming down. You're getting tall and lean. Those cankles are nearly gone too. You were such a cute baby and now you're turning into such a pretty little girl. You're thoughtful and sweet, always saying thank you and your welcome. You're just starting to pay attention to your baby sister. I swell with love when I see you smiling and interacting with her. You also have a new bff. Our dog, Mya. You share your snacks with her, even when I tell you not to. You love to take her for walks so you can hold the leash. I think your favorite time is when she lays next to you on the couch while you watch cartoons.
You're asserting your independence each day, telling us, "You stay here!" while you attempt to go do something by yourself. The other day while you and I were eating lunch you starting asking "why" to everything I said. I starting laughing and said, "oh no oh no oh no!" as I realized we'd hit the "why" stage. You were hilarious; getting a bewildered look on your face, you tried to formulate a very complex thought and asked me, "Mama, why you say, 'oh no?'" You were trying to understand my reaction. It just made me realize how big you're getting and how complex your thoughts and words are getting.
You do have a habit of raising your voice, stomping your foot and crossing your arms if you don't get your way. Hmmm, I wonder where that stubborness comes from.
My favorite times are when you sit on my lap and snuggle. I say, "I love you Birdy," and you (sucking your thumb and twirling your hair) look up at me sideways and say, "I wuz you too mama."
I will always wuz you Birdy.