I no longer walk. I officially waddle. My college roommate would be so sad, when Nate asked me if I wanted to walk tonight I turned him down. I am exhausted. The girl, though, she keeps running. And moving. In the past month, she has moved to a big girl bed without a problem, she has potty trained (one month of carrying purses before I return to the huge diaper bag), she has requested privacy, a haircut and a ring for her finger. How does she know that everything is about to change? I asked her what her last name is and she answered, "Big Girl." And she is. When she was little, I took pictures of her every day, now she is harder to contain, always moving, always running.
And soon, there will be 2 for the chasing. I know he's in there, but it still blows my mind.
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She changes daily. She is beautiful and she's going to be such a big help. Seriously, I think girls should always come first. Whenever I asked Luke to help me with Isabela (Lukey, get me a wipe, diaper, the bottle please.) his response, (still today) "No thank you, mommy."
Hang in there friend. There will be plenty of days for walking (or running or chasing) ahead :)
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