The list goes on forever. You my girl are becoming a toddler. I don't like it, so stop growing up. Well, Daddy and I are having lots of fun with you. I just hate that the infant days are behind us. You are pretty crazy. You like to talk a LOT, you are into everything and you love to cheese to show your baby teeth. Speaking of teeth you have two with THREE on the way.
This month you did such a better job sleeping. I can't thank you enough on that one. You are still very attached to Momma and Daddy sometimes, but really Momma. You really should figure this one out. I promise I'm onto your ways, Daddy is puddy in your hands.
We squeaked by this month with no major illness, just a sad little baby cough. You are still playing paci ninja at school and patting a little rough. I think you are being just like Daddy and pestering people. He disagrees. You have also latched on to a friend, Denton. Yep, that's a boy. Daddy doesn't like it.
You are so fun at this age. You are very playful, sweet and learning so much. You make my day, every day. I still can't believe you are mine.
While I think you are oh so wonderful I would appreciate you stopping some things. Your aggressive grabbing on my face & neck fat. You leave scars. Your inability to lay still while I change you. I will say my diapering while you crawl away has gotten much better. Lastly, please stop crying and having a panic attached when we change your clothes. I know you like to go naked, but it's cold.
You my darling are an adventure, you are a magnificent book. I can't wait to turn the page.
Love you toots! 
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