The way she laughs, coos, and fake coughs to get my mom's attention when we go downstairs. The way she braves the hardwood floors to creep and crawl into any and every room to find out where the party is at, her legs, knees and shins bruised....
The way she reaches for every toy that is unsafe: probably full of lead, made in china, cheap, plastic, with small chokable pieces (how these always manage to find their way into our house, I don't know). The way she has no interest in the expensive made in US wooden toys I bent over backwards to buy for her brother.
The stubbornness nestled deep within her being, surely my genetic traits passed along.
The way she cries when someone she doesn't know tries to hold her.
The way at 9 months (today ) she still can't or won't go more than an hour without her mommy.
The way she sleeps on my back for her morning nap, and then sleeps cuddled up to my arm for her afternoon nap.
The way she grasps for little bits of whatever it is we are eating.
The way her sweet little lips move when she is discovering something.
The way her hands glide across my belly and grasps at my breasts as she nurses.
The way she nurses, and nurses, and nurses....
The way I feel about my daughter, my second born. The friendship and deepest form of love and respect that I already feel for this child. This unexpected child.
The way her father looks at her, smiles at her, holds her and plays with her.
Slow down kate, your moving too fast. I am not ready for you to be 1.
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I heart Baby 'Cake!'
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