It's been awhile since i've written you your newsletters. I'm sorry for that, whenever you get older, you'll understand that sometimes life gets in the way of the best intentions, but for now while you're still little, we'll just suffice it to say - i'm sorry, but i'm here now.
This month has been trying for all of us. You with potty training, and me & daddy with finances, and battling daddy's PTSD. You're doing really well with your potty training, and it's such a relief for me. No more diapers for you, just a pull-up at bedtime! I'm so proud of you. This month you've shown us a lot more sass than last month, and as excited as you are about your birthday coming up in April, i'm dreading it for so many reasons. Mostly because i've heard from a lot of other mommies that three is worse than two, but also because it means that you're a year older, and that means you're not a little girl anymore. You're a big girl, who knows how to use the potty, and how to help daddy crack eggs into the skillet for breakfast, and a big girl who loves to lick the spoon after i stir up the brownie mix. You have such a big personality, and it makes my heart really happy to watch you learn new things, and try to use words that you hear daddy & me say. This week i've noticed you trying to use "actually" and "probably" and it's so funny to hear such grown up words coming out of your cute little mouth. The other night, daddy was telling you to put your pull up in the trash, and he said "DO IT BEFORE I COUNT TO THREE! ONE. TWO. THREE!" and you responded with "NO! OH MAN. NOW I'M HAVING A MELTDOWN." the reason this makes me so happy is because, not only was it SO funny, but because you made daddy laugh (really laugh, hard.) for the first time, in I don't know how long. You have that gift you know, bringing joy into people's lives. You touch everyone you meet with your innocent questioning, and your friendliness.
One of your new favorite things to do is talk to EVERYONE whenever i take you with me to the grocery store. You always ask them their name, and what they're doing. You really love older people. You would sit in the cart & talk to them for as long as you could, if I let you. You're such a character. It makes me happy to see other people see the same thing i do in you, you beautiful little thing.
Each time I take you out in public with me - to the park, walmart, the commissary, people are forever telling me how intelligent & bright you are. It makes me feel really proud of you, because i like to think all of those books i've read you, and all the explaining i've done to you, you've absorbed it all, and you remember what i tell you. You truly are a very bright little thing, people usually think that you're about 3 and a half, or four whenever they're talking to you, and then i tell them that you're only two, and they are so surprised. Good job punkin. :)
This month you've also been asking me about the baby a lot. You always want me to lift my shirt so you can give the baby a kiss, and you read it bedtime stories. You talk into my bellybutton like it's a microphone, and it's the sweetest thing. The other night, the baby was kicking - really hard. i called you over and put your hand on my belly, and you felt it! you were so surprised, but then you couldn't stop laughing. you thought it was the funniest thing. It tickles me so much, and i'm really excited for you to meet the baby in the summertime. :) (yes, after we go to the beach.)
All in all my little choochie, I am so proud of everything that you're doing these days, and i'm looking forward to all the new & exciting things you're going to do soon!
I love you babyboo.
Love,
Momma.xo.
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