Oh, my girls.
Oh, you make me laugh.
Lila. This week you called your Daddy “Craig” and me, “Aunt Ky.” Several times.
You knew each time that you weren’t supposed to do it, but you found comedic value in it and continued.
Then, to add insult to injury, you started addressing “Craig” as, “Hey guy.”
Oh, you slay me. But seriously? We’re Mommy and Daddy. OK? Ok.
You‘re funny and you know it.
And funny in this house is appreciated.
|Please note that Lila is wearing her, “Mi mama es numero uno” shirt.|
When you want something, you extend your arm and open and close your hand and say, “Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh” over and over again.
About 400 times a day.
And when you don’t get your way, you actually throw yourself on the ground. The ground. You fall on the ground, roll around and KICK YOUR LEGS and move your arms back and forth.
You’re going to be one of those kids.
But I mean, who could get mad at this face?