My sweet Chib...You are not much of a baby anymore. You are run and laugh and talk in complete sentences. Once you are potty-trained you leave your babyhood in the dust. And my guess is the potty-training thing is just around the corner. You show tons of interest, it's me...I lack the motivation it takes. Sorry... please forgive me.
You are an adorable child. Quite the ham. Like in picture, you are wearing the flames for Ella's kitchen as a hat. The more people laugh, the longer you kept it on. Wyeth and Ella love to laugh with the adults when you are being silly, which you find delightful. You love your siblings. You aren't always as kind as I would like to see, but I know you cherish them both.
At your two year well-baby, we learned that kinda little for your age. Except for your head, it's huge! All those brains I suppose. You were 22 lbs, which is in the 10 percentile. It's hard to impress our pediatrician, but you weren't about to perform to win her over either.
At your two year well-baby, we learned that kinda little for your age. Except for your head, it's huge! All those brains I suppose. You were 22 lbs, which is in the 10 percentile. It's hard to impress our pediatrician, but you weren't about to perform to win her over either. Your hair!!! I know it's not the top of your list as you are learning language and walking backwards and how to color in the lines, but really... it's time to grow some hair kiddo! Your sister had you beat at this age. No pressure, just sayin'.
I love you, my darling girl. Let's work together on finding healthier ways to deal with our emotions. I vow to do a better job of remembering you are only two and you work on not biting those who wrong you. Deal?
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