This time last year I was sad to think you were no longer my baby, but a toddler... Now I'm sad to think you're no longer a toddler, but a little girl. Next thing I know we'll be signing you up for Girl Scouts and shopping for prom dresses.
At 20 months you are:
Parker's dutiful big sis.
Pitching in with the landscaping.
Wearing momma's chuuuus and Spongebob (knock-off) Crocs.
Still a messy eater.
A gorgeous Little Red Riding Hood and professional trick-or-treater. (And toe sucker?)
Pumpkin-picker and painter extraordinaire.
Attending Story Time at the library every Thursday with momma, Parker, and Grandma Shelton. You sing and dance along with the stories and songs, make little crafts, and play on the computer afterwards.
Pretty goofy in the shower.
In need of a legit toddler chair. (Because, um, Parker wants his bouncer back.) Ohhh, Santa??
A.K.A. "Olive Finger"
|Freaking out at 6:24pm|
|All smiles at 6:25pm|
Always on your BlackBerry.
Making some hilarious expressions.
Thoroughly enjoying your new toy from Auntie Meg.
So dang toothy and smiley.
Too darn tall! You can reach on top of the counters; you're always stealing cookies, hair brushes and anything you can get your hands on. You're kind of like a raccoon.
You are so funny, so beautiful, so sweet, so sassy, and so smart. You learn something new everyday. I am in awe of you, Lu. We love you; I don't think you will know how much so until you have a child of your own.