49 Weeks

You're still a sickie this week, hating having your nose wiped, but I hope the end of all this crud is near. The stuffiness really only seems to make you uncomfortable when you're trying to get some sleep.


You're not eating much this week. I am trying not to resort to an all king cake diet, but I hate not seeing you eat anything at all.


We're still working on walking, forcing you to let go when I am able to pry those fingers off of me. No matter how far away I am from you, you manage to take just enough steps to get you into the range to just collapse into my lap. That gets you giggling.

You make this face often....silly.

When we eat dinner together if your Daddy and I laugh about something you join in, giving a big grin and a hearty chuckle, as if you know just what we're talking about.


I am looking forward to getting you to some parades. The neighborhood high school band has been marching through the neighborhood practicing and when you hear them you stop what you are doing and start bouncing or swaying from side to side. You sure do know how to get that backfield in motion, my dear.


You are all about your daddy this week...Dada! Dada! You are beside yourself when you catch sight of him, calling to him and wiggling until he scoops you up.


3 weeks until we celebrate your 1st birthday. Seriously Buggers, this has been the fast year ever.