Ho-lee-hell. You are 18 months old and ever yet my solstice baby, my child of extremes.
You are amazing, you are impossible. You are a giver of kisses and hugs, an expert sayer of NO, a girl with her OWN program and god help anyone who messes with THAT.
Every day you make my life better, more exciting and more terrifying. You climb everything but rarely fall, hang like a monkey from things, and want to do every.single.thing that your big brother does. Because you’re you. And you’re nuts.
You are talking. Oh god how you are talking. You repeat, you mimic, you ask for things in the sweetest baby voice, then deny them in an equally as sweet voice. The cutest voice that ever said NO. You know everyone’s name in the neighborhood and at the gym. You wave hello, blow kisses goodbye and walk around with the world’s most adorable pig tails that I literally have to hogtie you to put in. Then you run around yelling, “Piggies, Piggies!!”, and showing them off to whomever will look. And trust me, everyone looks because you are just too damn cute not to.
You are still a little shy but NOTHING like you used to be. There are no atomic meltdowns when I leave you at the gym, no more crying when you see Grandma, or BonBon. You just LOVE now. But you also know that acting cute will get you things… hrm, I see the master manipulator that your brother is, coming out in you. I tell you no, you tell me that you are sad. “Abby sad Mama”, and give me the most adorable pouty face that makes me want to give you anything. But I’m not crazy because I know you and I am MOMMY. That’s what Daddy is good for, giving in to the adorable requests and faces.
You are obsessed with Elmo and Sesame Street and Mickey and Minnie and oh lord in heaven, FROZEN. Every time you hear the music you start to sing, dance and YELL for Olaf and Anna and Elsa. You ask for Snowman when you want to hear the song and every time you see a balloon, a poster, anything that is remotely Frozen, you lose your ever-loving MIND. I’ve never seen Disney get to one so young before… it’s almost scary how much you like it.
You love dolls, but love airplanes equally as much, if not more so. You love to tell people that Daddy is flying, and scream AIRPLANE when you hear one overhead. Feels like we might have another pilot in the making with you Kiddo.
You are amazing and tough and insane and my sweet sweet girl, with her particular food quirks and her crazy hair and you are so so smart, just like your brother. Counting and letters and ABC’s already, just like him, because you have to do everything he does, because you are obsessed with him. You yell for him in the morning and won’t go to sleep until you’ve had your “huggies” from him. He loves on you, tolerates you when you’re being obnoxious and harasses you when you’re being a pain.
I hope that never changes.
It’s been a whirlwind 18 months and all of a sudden I woke up one morning and you were a GIRL. You have an opinion on what you wear, pick out the pretty clothes and shoes and then immediately run off to hurl yourself down a huge slide and skin your knee. You’re one tough cookie and my kind of girl…
Don’t ever change.