Reagan,
You are now 15 months old. You are an active little girl.
I can't clean up behind you fast enough so this is the "messy house" phase of my life that I have to take lots of deep breaths and get over it.
Okay, back to you...
You still LOVE your sister even though you have started 'fighting' her and telling her to "gop" (stop). You pull her hair, pull her bows and barrettes out, mess up her room
that she just cleaned, and you think she is the funniest person on earth. You try to do what she does, you want to play with her toys (and vice versa), the two of you are two peas in a pod.
You learned how to climb out of your high chair.
Now I have to make sure to buckle you in.
You are so freakin CUTE!!!
You are going through a picky eating phase. You used to be in love with fruits and veggies and milk and eggs. The past few weeks you won't drink your milk. At all. The doctor is concerned and coached me on other options and tricks.
When I put eggs, bananas, strawberries, peaches, fruit cocktail
all the things you used to eat faithfully on your tray - you meticulously drop each and every piece on the floor.
(I've thought about getting a dog just so I can have help cleaning it up)
You are very attached -
to me. While I think this is cute and every mother (admittedly or not) likes to hear their baby cry
for them and call their name "ma ma", I've let it get a little out of hand. As in, I can't do much of anything around the house without holding you. This has made for an interesting topic of conversation/argument between me and your daddy.
*We need to fix this before next Monday when you begin your new school.
Exhibit A -
Gammie can't hold you because you are determined to get back to me
You are definitely a handful but I wouldn't change it for the world.
I think you are the reason I stay "skinny".
Good girl.
Love you sweet girl.
-Mommy
