So, I gave birth to the worlds greatest little girl (November 19) who happens to share her birthday with her great grandaddy. I can remember how she used to hurl on my sister's turtle necks because of the crazy striped patterns, how she would coo to herself and slept like she was praising the holy ghost.
I remember leaving to go to work one day and coming home to find my baby walking with her bottle to come give me the biggest hug ever (lawd knows I needed it!!), her first word was shit, she hated green peas and if you took too long to change her diaper she'd pull it off herself and bring it to you mud butt and all.
I remember how when I died my hair red (which came out brighter than I thought it would) and went to go get h er from daycare, she wouldn't come to me and when she finally did she kept smacking me in the head in the hopes the color would just fall off/out.
In less than 24hrs, my "baby" will no longer be a "baby". It's crazy because, to be honest, while I hate changing diapers and everything about it, and I love to be able to sleep at night..... I'm not ready for her to get older. There so many things for her to learn that I'm so not ready to teach her.