A Milestone

I'm pretty sure the older my little one gets the far more disheveled I become.

It's not even that early and there are tissues scattered across my desk, toilet paper unraveled all across the couch, and our laundry scattered around because a little girl found it more fun to spread mama's clothes out.  My mascara from the night before has left dark black circles under my eyes and my battered nose is Rudolph red from the many use of tissues to fight the runny nose.  

I'm incredibly worn out from her new discovery to challenge my commands with the word 'no' and her new found love with the whiny tone to every word she speaks.  She's a runner when it comes to diaper changes and streaking has never caused such a chuckle.  

She's a rambunctious little girl and despite all the new challenges ahead, I LOVE IT.  Her personality is the spitting image of her father and the more I look at her, the more I see him shine through. She's absolutely beautiful and the greatest treasure my heart can hold.  She hit the milestone and we are making our way, with our helmets, shields and all the protection we'll need, into the year of the terrible terrific twos.

A Little Note From The Birthday Girl:

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