She requires most of my attention day in and day out, she always has something to say, she thinks she’s in charge and is always trying to be the enforcer.
She has more energy than I could ever muster up and she’s always good for a fun project. She’d rather color than clean and loves to be outside.
She’s persistent and remembers everything, I have to be really careful as to what I say in front of her.
She’s a passionate child and knows what she wants and doesn’t give up until she gets it.
She has a contagious smile and a boisterous laugh and loves the attention she gets from it.
She still seems so little and young, but she constantly reminds me she’s really grown up. She’s “almost a mommy”.
The sad thing is, she is grown up. And it kills me. Because I know in just a few short years she’s not going to think I’m nearly as cool and I’ll have to work twice as hard to keep her attention and interest…but until then…