Somedays it feels like you have been with us always, other days I feel like it was only yesterday that you were so small and tiny.
You are a ball on energy that never stops! You wake up shouting mama or dada and there is quite a lot of noise that follows it. No going back to sleep for you. From those early hours to the night hours, you go full force. I won't lie, it's tiring chasing after you all day. Some days I feel like I say no, and that's mama's, and are you listening to me?, more then I should, but I wouldn't trade this time in for anything.
You are desperately trying to talk and I repeat absolutely everything a million times for you. Some words come out so well, others you struggle with, and pointing and yelling becomes your mode of communication.
You amaze your father and I so much some days. It's crazy what you pick up and do. We love seeing what is learnt and what is just part of your makeup.
You love your books, and let me tell you, that makes a mama proud! You thankfully will climb on the couch and chairs and stairs as fast as you can, but haven't had the urge to climb out of your crib. I just don't think you are ready for a bed yet. Or maybe it's us who aren't ready for you to be in a bed yet!
I love the sunglasses. Glasses is a word that doesn't come out well, but I know when you want them. You can put them on yourself and it's hilarious to watch. You laugh like a madman when you put them on Gwen's face. And poor dog just sits and takes it.
Like a true Miller/Firman, you LOVE corn on the cob. There are very few kernels left on the cob when you're done with it.
Forever the water baby, you love the pool, water splash pads, and just getting wet. It has helped to cool you off throughout this hot summer.
Baby girl, I don't want you to keep getting bigger, but whether I want it to happen or not, it's going to. So we just record these moments, try to live in the now, for it will be gone much to soon, and keep smiling. Because at the end of the day, all the screams, tantrums, and tears are erased with that tight hug and kisses before bed, and we know it will all start again tomorrow. Or at least we pray it will.
Love you my little monkey!
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