There is fruit loops on the kitchen floor, there is balls everywhere I mean everywhere the tub, the bathroom sink (no idea how they got there), the trash, the laundry room, in Dixies food- the lower half of the Christmas tree is empty and the ornaments are who knows where also said tree has been pushed over a few times, our couch arm rest is now a trampoline and because of it its sticky 89% of the time but we have never laughed or loved more in our lives.
Celeste our “baby child” is now a toddler she is a aint-scare-of-anything toddler, she has jumped off her highchair, our bed (that thanks to T building skills is high), a shopping cart, almost down the stairs this child is non-stop unless she wants to be held and that’s usually to get into something she is so fun SO FUN I can tell about the time we were taking a nap and I was woken up by one of her kisses or the time I was looking intensely at the computer and she came over and did raspberries in my arms or when she hugs Dixie randomly but there is nothing I can tell you that would describe the way I feel when I watch her be her own little person.
She is an awesome that little one and I cannot imagine not being her mom.
|Playing in Nursery|
|Snapchat from T|
|waiting in the parking lot|