my little ava-bug,

my goodness, how you've grown and become quite the little helper. you love to help me and daddy cook and you love trying new foods. i love the faces you make and how you smack your lips when you try something new. you also try to help out with folding laundry. although your idea of helping is snatching the clothes from their neat little pile and placing them in a circle around you. then, you lie down on the clothes and say "night night" and giggle like crazy. oh, i love to hear you laugh; it's the sweetest sound a mother can hear.

you're still not walking on your own but you'll take steps when i hold your hands and you take little steps from the table to the sofa, but only because they're so close together. crawling isn't so bad because you always get where you're trying to go. you're ALWAYS on the go. but i would like to see you walking by your birthday. that would be so special.

you've almost completely weaned yourself off the boob....and it hurts my heart. you typically nurse when you wake up in the morning and before bedtime. occasionally, you pitch a fit during the day or in the middle of night and try to rip off my shirt and fucking maul my boobs, but that's pretty rare nowadays. now, you've got your sippy cup and i have to use that stinkin' breast pump. you LOVE your sippy cup. so much that you sleep with it. with your butt in the air. i love that.

you cut some new teeth and i didn't even notice until i had to dig some boogers out of your nose and you were screaming bloody hell at me. bathtime is soooooo much easier now that i've let you take baths in the "big girl tub" with all your toys and let you splash everywhere. and it's so cute when you try to wash your little hoohoo. oh yes, it's on tape and when you're older, i will show it every time you have friends over. it's only because i love you so much.

i'm still getting used to having to discipline you when you do something wrong. it's so hard because you look at me with those eyes and poke your lip out and sniffle "no-no". i feel so bad for hurting your feelings but i know if it's not handled now, it never will be. your daddy doesn't make it any easier either. he lets you get away with everything and you know it. i know there are days when i've said "no-no" so much that you're looking at the door wondering 'where the hell is my daddy cause this bitch is ill.'

i'm so intrigued by you, littleface. every day i look at you and think "wow, this is my little girl. my little angel." you're so smart and happy and just perfect. every day is a great day because i have you in my life. i don't know what i'd do if i couldn't stay home with you every day just watching you grow and learn and become your own person. i love you, littleface.

always & forever,

mommy
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