You’re too much.
My Lila Ross, how could I possibly sum you up right now?
You have a wacky sense of style and currently love jumping. Off of everything.
You love school. And you certainly love cake.
… and ice cream, too. 🙂
You love laughing. You’re talking up a storm, too. You’re learning about feelings in school and on Sunday morning when we were running in the double stroller down the crazy, winding sidewalk you yelled, “Wee! Lila happy! Lila happy! Mommy, I happy!”
It made my day.
You kind of make my day all the time.
You’re funny and inquisitive. You love your sister so much that it’s true — you squeeze her a bit too hard sometimes.
But you love her, and talk to her, read to her, play with her… and my favorite? Make her laugh. Your giggles combined with her giggles are nearly more than I can bear.
And you really hate going to bed. Really hate it. As in, you get out of your bed a few times per night just to reiterate to us that you are indeed not ready to sleep. It’s kind of annoying. We’re ready for you to grow out of this.
You love princesses.
You love pink.
You love tutus.
You especially love princess bandaids. They’re currency in our house.
It may appear that you injure yourself a lot — what with all the bandaids you wear, but the truth is, they just mean that you did something great. “Lila, if you do ______, then you can have a princess bandaid!”
These days you love to pretend like you’re sleeping. It’s too much.
“Mama? I, me, Lila, go night-night, ok? Shhhh…”
Clearly you’re half-sleeping here.
And you love stacking things. More specifically you love making “towers.”
You continue to be a fantastic eater… after, of course, you staunchly maintain that, “NO, you do NOT WANT PEACHES.”
“I DO NOT WANT THOSE PEACHES.”
Then two minutes later, after I’ve given you the peaches, you’re loving them.
You usually declare that you do not want to eat something before you actually eat it.
That’s fun, too.
That smile… oh, that smile.
Glue sticks are super fun for the little lady in our house…
Dear Sweet Lila, even if you are no longer my baby… the truth is, you always will be.
…the other truth is that I kind of like it that you’re growing up.
Because you’re definitely getting funnier.
Have a great week, ya’ll.