She talks, she laughs, she sasses, she loves. Man, does she love. This girl, this girl loves her pups (Cha-ee and Minn-ah), her Momma and Dada, her 'guys' (aunts, friends, everyone really), her babies (I had no idea that girls loved babies so young!). I suspect my dad is her favorite person in the world. She loves to sing, and dance, and twirl, and jump. She is fearless. She is the sweetest thing I have met. Bathtime is her new favorite part of the week.
She is opinionated and stubborn. She demands that you read to her and that she turns the pages. She hates bananas. Heaven forbid you offer her a banana.
Little Miss loves shoes. Tries to dress herself and is happy to pull around her little wagon. She answers to Lulu, Audra, Monkey, and Baby. She calls herself baby. She will conquer any playground put in front of her. She loves to buckle things - the carseat, the shopping cart straps, the stroller or high chair. She is excellent at peek a boo.
She gets excited when we turn onto the street of her daycare provider and yells 'Icky!" for Vicky. She loves the boys and daycare and carefully watches the babies. She will carry any purse she sees. She's inquisitive. Want's to know 'where'd they go?' about her pups, her toys, everything and everyone she sees.
This Momma? This Momma feels like the luckiest person on the planet each and every day. I adore her (can you tell?).
This post? This post doesn't even begin to do her justice. But, we'll try our hardest because she deserves nothing but the best I can give her.