This past month, these two little babes have been interacting with each other more than ever. They still have their moments where they run in opposite directions. I honestly believe they do this on purpose just so they can drive their mommy wild! Their interactions are not always friendly. Tears start rolling when one decides that they want what the other one has. Then comes hair pulling and screams. It switches daily. Sometimes it is Mia taking from Lily and vice versa. Don't be fooled by Lily's size. That petite little mama can hold her own. The great outdoors is our best friend. These girls love to be out and about soaking up the vitamin D. Planes flying overhead can entertain these girls for hours.
Lily, you are the snack queen. A trait that you unfortunately took after your mother. You head straight for the pantry any free moment you get. Nine times out of ten, you just stare into the pantry trying to decide what might actually be worth eating. Another trait from yours truly. And when you do figure it out, it is usually a bag of chips or 1 of a million boxes of Girl Scout cookies that have invaded our pantry. You have become such an entertainer. The moment someone laughs at something you've done, you continue to do it over and over again laughing your little butt off. Your laugh is so infectious and your kisses are so gentle and sweet. I can't tell you how amazing my morning begins when I wake up to you cupping my face with your tiny hands and landing precious little kisses on my lips. That may be better than a caffeine boost. Just maybe. Just recently, you have been all about hugging your sister. It is the cutest thing ever. You've also been all about your bath. There was a time that I dreaded having to put you in the tub because you would just scream your little head off wanting to get out. Now, all I have to say is "bath time" and you are in the bathroom before I can even finish the sentence. I love when something doesn't go your way and you squat down with a pouty look on your face and your fake cry I have come to know so well. I just have to remind you that it doesn't work on me (although, it secretly does) and you get up and usually start giggling as if you knew it all along.
You are my precious little angel with a smile that can melt anyone's heart. I love you more than you will ever know.
Mia, you are independent yet dependent at the same time. You love to explore the world around you as long as mommy or daddy are close by. You run a couple of steps ahead, but you always look back to make sure that we are following you or you grab us by the hand to make sure that we stay close. You like to keep your Wubby close. It is your comfort. You love your fruit. Bananas, strawberries, oranges and tangerines are your faves. Apples are slowly creeping their way onto that list as long as I peel it first. Lately, you've been wanting extra cuddles and love from your momma. I'm not sure if it is because your molars are coming in or if you just need some extra comfort. Either way, I am happy to oblige. You are a lover of books. A trait that you got from both mommy and daddy. At the moment, your favorite book is, "Where's Spot?" Grandma or myself has to read this to you at least three times before you are satisfied. Spot's mom is looking for him and when she checks certain areas and he's not there, it says "NO." I watched you with your little book, turning it page by page, mumbling to yourself and then hearing you say, " No. No. No." It was so cute to watch you try and read the book on your own. A girl after my own heart. Words are starting to just spill out of your mouth. " hot, hole (cold), nigh (night), ki-ee (kitty), peas (please), mo (more) and my favorite is when you say hi and bye. It's the over enunciated, hiii-eee and bii-ee. I'm always saying, "say bye," that now you have incorporated it into your own two-word vocab. "bii-ee. Sssaayy biii-eee." I love it. You have a fondness for shoes. It doesn't matter who the owner is. You are determined to put them on
and walk around the house in them.
You are my little momma's girl. Every time you rest your head on my shoulder, I can't help but squeeze you tighter. I love you more and more each day.
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