oh, this kid.

Oh, this kid, this kid. I just love her so much. It's like my heart has gone and exploded about 12 sizes larger in the last week and i just can't get enough. She's babbling and singing and using words. She's hugging the lambs in her books and squeezing as many stuffed animals as her little arms will hold while squealing with joy. She is building towers with her stacking cups and knocking them down. She is putting things in and out, in and out, in and out of the washing machine. She plays with water as long we'll let her and loves drinking straight from the faucet. She feeds herself yogurt and oatmeal with a spoon and makes the biggest mess you ever did see. She stands on our bed and falls face first onto a pile of pillows, giggling wildly. She puts a bucket on the crook of her elbow, heads for the door and tells us, "Bye!" as she heads off to shop or find Mickey Mouse in real life, or something. She grabs my face between her two little hands and leans forward to give me the sweetest kiss you ever did receive. She hugs my neck so tight my head might pop off.

She is my daughter and some days I just can't quite believe my luck.