Beck. You just passed one year. Oh my it actually hurts my heart. I love you sooo much. I have enjoyed you so very very much. You make me laugh. You are so silly. You love your grandma. You love to whack things and hit your head on everything like a hammer head. You LOVE LOVE LOVE hair. Love it. Love to pull it, wrap your fingers in it. You drool a ton, have 8 teeth and one poking through. You walked at 10.5 months, got your first pair of shoes on Tuesday, love to slide and startle so easy. Loud noises scare you and you hate the vacuum and clothes washer. You give the best hugs every, arms around our necks, face squished into ours. Your cheeks are soft and you occasionally bite. Little bugger. You weaned yourself at 9 months and I hated it. I hated it. The fact that you won't nurse. You get excited and breath heavy. You fling your food off you high chair try to the dog. You love to slid, head first and will go over and over, launching yourself forward and down. You are not so patient. Your words are mom mom mom mom and dadadadaada, Uh oh were your first real repeatable words. Gosh they are cute. Your thighs are so fat I can't get my hands all the way around them. You love yogurt, sweet potatoes and rice and avocados. You're getting sneaky and know when your not supposed to do something. You turn around and look before you act. Silly boy, way to give yourself away. You like to cuddle in the mornings and nap in bed with me. You have cute and functional fingers. It is amazing.
Katie. You are so funny. Watching bridge to teribithia and they are in church. You ask Anna, who died. Anna said no one. You wanted to what they were doing, Anna said they were at church. You said, what is church and Anna said a place to go where they sing songs and praise the lord. I nearly died laughing. Perhaps we need to work on your religious education.
Kia. I have these stupid fake nails so we can go do things together. I must admit it has been fun hanging out with you and having lunch. I love you.
Anna. Oh my it's been a turbulent year. Your nearly a teenager and your getting a bit testy and occasionally grumpy. Then sweet and childish. I suppose this is when the change happens. Your even getting armpit hair. Gross. But your still wonderfully sweet. And so funny. I loved your church explanation. I love you.
