I hate to get all cliché on you, but a year and a half? Really? Already? Where has the time gone?
Okay, I know where the time has gone. The time has gone into snuggling you. And kissing you. And admiring your blue eyes.
The time has gone into working late while you sleep. And commenting on how perfect you are. And taking tons of photos.
The time has gone into lulling you to sleep. And reading you fairy tales. And washing your laundry. And taking walks with you and daddy.
Heck, the time has gone into changing approximately 4000 diapers. I know this because I am actually keeping a diaper tally so that I can find out just how many diaper changes a small person like you needs before potty-training.
Also, when you’re a teenager, I’ll be able to say that not only did I carry you for nine months, I also put in half a life sentence wiping your cute tooshy. :)
It amazes me how much you’ve grown over the past 18 months. You went from being a tiny, squished, beet-colored squalling newborn to an incredible, smart, and very communicative toddler.
Your father and I are both very excited by the huge changes we see in you every day.
So, at 18 months of age, you have completely broken us. You have molded your father and me into people who would rather smother you with smooches or talk about the color of your poop than the state of the economy. Keep up the good work, kiddo!
At 18 months of age, you are also way too cute for your own good. Sometimes I spend entire days just nibbling your cheeks and munching your toes and snacking on those amazing baby fingers. Then I have to explain to your father that I’m sorry, but if he didn’t make such a damned adorable baby then he wouldn’t have to worry about me devouring her.
We love you to pieces,
Momma and Daddy
No comments:
Post a Comment