Somehow, it's been two months since I dropped you a line here, and I have to admit - a lot of that time has been spent simply keeping up with you. The last time I wrote to you, you'd just started walking. You haven't looked back since, and now you're starting to express yourself as you cruise around the house.
Your earliest words include "Mommy" (spoken as "Mum-meeeeeee"), "mine," "apple," "Elmo," "doggie," and "Emma" (for Anna). I didn't realize what an emotional whallop it would be for me to hear you call your sister's name. You adore Anna, even when she's doing her utmost to keep you away from a toy or book she's temporarily claimed as her own. When you see her after a long day, or see a picture of her, you point, light up, laugh, and call your version of her name. And she hugs you and kisses you, and I think, there just isn't anything else in the whole world as sweet as this.
Look at you - you're walking with so much confidence. You're talking and even signing a bit to fill in the gaps where you don't yet have the words. But you're still my sweet baby with that round face and those impossibly airy curls at the back of your head. You won't be at this in-between stage for long, and I'm trying to drink up every bit.
Love,
Mama
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