ittle-bittle-littles!

you are now an ass-kicking 14 month old! firstly, mommy needs you to STOP RUNNING! "come here, lits!" does not mean "run in the opposite direction of mommy and make her chase you down, lits!" seriously, that's all you do- run & play. don't get me wrong. i'm all for you tiring yourself out, getting a bath, and getting your little ass in bed by 8. i'm almost 7 months pregnant. i'm over it; i don't wanna run after you anymore. but i still wuvs you.

mmkay, so, daddy came back and you got sick. sickly little thing you were. a terrible cold with a double ear infection and then a sinus infection to go along with it. you were so miserable, as was i and your daddy. there were days and nights you would scream so that all i could do was cry along with you. trying to console and comfort you only seemed to make you feel worse and i was convinced i was a terrible mother. but after a few visits to the ER and your pediatrician, a couple of rounds of antibiotics, you're back to being my sweet littleface and i don't have to wear the itchy face mask anymore.

you continue to grow and learn and amaze me every day. your vocabulary has grown quite a bit into recognizable words and i couldn't be more proud of you. we spend hours every day learning colors, animals, shapes and many other objects. while you've definitely got the tune of the ABC song down, we haven't quite got all the letters. you can also count to five. my favorite thing is to ask you what your name is. first, you blurt out "NAME!" followed by "ninnapay" [littleface]. then, i ask you what your real name is and you say "aylawee!" probably the cutest thing yet.

since we're getting close to the arrival of your baby sister, mommy has been in nesting-mode and you've been a big help [in your own way]. you love helping me clean up and put away baby clothes, diapers, and wipes. it is so fun to watch you try and move those big ol' tupperware bins of clothes from one side of the room to the other. when we're done sorting and organizing, you grab a book and we read to your sister. whenever you feel or see her moving around , you rest your little head on me and rub my ever-growing belly. you're such a sweet little darling.

i almost forgot! you enjoy talking on the phone quite a bit. i'm pretty sure you get more phone calls than i do and i'm actually capable of forming clear, complete sentences. you're so cute though, especially when you say, "huddo dada!" then you just start yammering away, laughing with your little head all cocked to the side like you're all grown up and shit. i finally gave up trying to get you to play with your toy phones instead slobbering all over my shit, so i found one of my old phones and let you have it. but you were not satisfied with that. no, you wanted a fully-functioning cellphone. and by fully-functioning, i mean a phone that lights up and makes "real" sounds when you press a button or 50. that's not even the really fucked up thing though. what's super fucked is that i actually took the time to charge a motherfucking phone i don't even use to appease my 1 year old daughter. so, now as long as you've got your sippy cup and your blackberry, you're good. the fuck is this?!

oh, my little buttercup. it's gonna be pretty damn interesting around here over the next few days. all four of your grandparents are spending thanksgiving with us, along with all of your aunts and uncles and your two cousins......and i'm almost 7 months pregnant.

ava-marie, you are such a fucking gangsta. i love everything about you. the good, the bad, the ugly, and the downright stank. girl, the shit that comes out of your ass....not natural, kid. not natural at all. i promise that i will always do my best to be a great mom. we're gonna laugh, we're gonna cry, and we're gonna fight. through it all, i will always be there for you with unconditional love. please don't step on and kick your baby sister in the head like you do with your babydolls.

xoxo
mama
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