You are old enough to go to nursery all by yourself now, but have had The World's Longest Cold for what surely has been months. We've stayed at home together many Sunday mornings.
You are still breastfeeding. I feel that you are only nursing in the morning, at nap time, and at bed time. You, however, disagree. You rarely sit in my lap without groping me suggestively, or thrashing towards my chest while peering up at me and asking, "Uh-Huh?" (This is either your word for milk, or eat, or feed-me-now, woman!) I have tried to tell you to ask politely to eat, but you aren't having it. You will smile at me by squinting your eyes, because you don't want to let go.
You are endlessly curious about whatever is in every bottom drawer in the whole house. You will open the drawer, rifle and toss its contents all over the floor around you, and then move on to the next one. Child, you are making your mother consider those latch-things. You'd probably figure them out as quickly as I could install them.
You are the only kid in our household who loves the dog unreservedly. That is a whole story for another day, but suffice to say that our dog, Luna, is terrifyingly affectionate. She is an eight-month-old Great Pyrenees, which means she is bigger than some ponies. All the kids are afraid of/annoyed by her attentions, except for you. Your favorite words are "Puppy-the-puppy!"
You are a kisser. Big, wet, sloppy kisses that are usually snotty, too. (See Worlds Longest Cold, above.) Unfortunately, you are also a poker, a pincher, and sometimes a biter. We're working on these things.
You're a lot of work and a lot of fun all rolled up into twenty pounds of intensity.
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She's so round!!!!
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