I love my girl. We have a really good time when we’re together, the two of us. Soon things will be changing, with the arrival of a new baby in June, and I never want to lose these moments we have together, just the two of us.
She’s a ball of fun, this little one. She knows how to have a good time doing just about anything and she’s a good listener too. Especially considering she’s just 2. We know each other well. I can very quickly dissipate a tantrum, most of them, though they’re aren’t many. She can tell my mood by a quick look at my face, without me even saying a word. I can understand pretty much all of what she says when she talks to me, she’s always using her words.
She’s feisty and vocal, and definately has her opinions on things. She has good days and bad days like anyone else, but when we can connect physically bad moods quickly turn into good times, for the both of us. This morning started out as one of those mornings. That’s why I decided I needed to carry her today. All 26 pounds of her, because we connect best when we’re touching, and talking.
I love this girl. Seems that she’s a pretty infectious little person, because most other people that are around her want to talk to her too.