You are 21 months old. You are at an age where you are soaking up SO much information! You are in the middle of a big verbal boom! Not to long ago I asked you if you got a ball and with a huge radiant smile on your face you looked at me and exclaimed "I GOT IT!!" I looked at you in utter shock and started laughing. You are so very smart and are catching on to so many things! I am so proud to be your mom! We are so blessed you are in our family.
Your personality is showing more and more every day. You are happy, outgoing, independent, determined, curious, a boundary pusher, a limit tester (right now your are climbing on top of your activity table), feisty, sassy, silly, caring, helpful, thoughtful, mothering, creative, and so many other traits I could not possibly list! While most days right now you make me want to pull out my hair a few times a day, I would not want it any other way! I know right now I need to put so much energy, time, and effort in to you but in a very short time you will older and I will miss this time. I will miss not being able to go to the bathroom by myself. I will miss you right under my feet. I will miss you looking right at me and pour out your water on the table/couch/floor just to see what the water will do. I will miss you trying to delay nap or bed time by saying "Mama?" And when I say "What do you need?" You grab my face and give me a kiss. You do this about 10 times right now. I will miss you bringing me the same book to read to you for the 100th time that day.
There is one thing about you that has grown even more. That thing is the love of your dad. I can not express to you how much you love your dad. Like in the last letter I wrote you, you two have a very special connection. When I get you out of your bed in the morning and walk back in our room your sleepy eyes light up and you squeal "DA-DA!" Your crawl right over to him uncover his face and give him kisses. Then when he wakes up for the day to get ready for work and you hear the shower turn on, you turn to me look at me with such excitement and ask "Dada Knock Knock?" Which in Sprout language mean "Can I go upstairs to knock on the bathroom door until Dad lets me in to take a shower with him?" It is the cutest thing to see every day. You then have to go stand on the bay window when he leaves the house and wave bye-bye from the window as he drives away. I hope you two are always this close! I know you will disagree when you are older (especially when you are a pre-teen and teen!), but done worry I will always help with the negotiations!
I am so beyond blessed to have you as my daughter. You are just perfect as who you are!
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