Look at you now – all grown up. Mummy loves dressing you up in pink dresses and skirts… and more dresses. This photo was taken before your hair trim, your long-ish wispy hair with little ribbons in them.
Congratulations to you – you are very mobile now. Creeping on your belly from one end of the room to the other, you prefer exploring and playing by yourself, and prefer this to being carried or sitting on laps.
Just when I thought it is such a pleasure to feed you because you eat everything we give you, you decided this week that you would rather have a preference. When we feed you something you don’t like – you would just gag and spit it out, and clamp your mouth shut, and turn away. When we feed you something you like, you would wait mouth wide open in anticipation for more and more, your arms flapping up and and down in anticipation.
I look at you, and I feel I can faint from cute-ness… You little bundle of ridiculous-ness, joy, and baby smells. I can never tire of cuddling you.
I love you my little precious one.