Thursday, October 6, 2011

My Sweet Pea

{my sweet Pea}


You are two and a half this month and you are your own person no doubt!
You like to put your own shoes on...and Im not joking when I say you have 15 pair (weid because I am like the only person who is NOT a shoe person) but you will only pick between two pairs....and there exactly the same just different colors.
Im shocked when I tell you "that goes on the right foot" and you know which one that is!! I think daddy liked to work with you on that one....he has been teaching you that for over a year now.
You don't back down to much...and Aunt Shanie who you've nick name "Shantie" can back me up.
She has witnessed your....shall I call it..."personality" your stuborness, your temper.
Your not the kid we can trick with candy....but....telling you that I will call Helga....seems to do the trick (sometimes) and parents dont make feel bad for this one....Helga the mean ugly babysitter isn't any different than Santa, Easter bunnies, tooth faries etc....
Nanny Hamrick has talked about Mark as a child....and I think you must be a lot like him (temper) but I won't lie....you get your stubborn ways from us both...the attitude from me...were all working on things though....you teach us a lot about ourselves....possibly more than I'll ever tell you!
Your not all attitude and tantrums though....your still my sweet Pea....who yells "MOM" just to tell me "I love you to the moony" you have my back and tell me when my breath stinks, you still rub my face and hold it ever so gently and tell me "i just want you to be happy" (one reason you work me over so well), you beg me to lay in your bed but the second I fall asleep you tell me Im breathing to loud....and I find that so humbling...because I do the EXACT thing to your daddy!!!! The other thing Im loving about you right now (besides every little thing) is how you call daddy and I babe.....and it's not out of the blue....it's like a daily thing and a normal thing you call us wehn you want our attention, when you want us to come to the room your in, when you tell us "good job, babe". You get that from me......I think I call everyone babe...but mostly Daddy. You try teaching me that Im supposed to call him Daddy and I try teaching you that Im not;)
Oh, P.
Just things that I never want to forget about you....at age 2 and half.
The age you kicked down your crib....and became a big girl....sleeping in your big girl bed.
The age you are but everyone thinks you are older.
Smart.
Sassy.
Halarious.
Beautiful.