Our Brinn is one and a half today! As of 12:45pm, she became closer to 2 than to 1. When did our baby turn into this big girl?!
Time is FLYING right now, and I am finding myself devoting time to committing moments to memory. Moments that may seem mundane to some are the exact moments I never want to forget. I can't believe how quickly the time has gone- Thanksgiving was last week, Christmas is in less than a month, and then it will be 2013 (speaking of 2013, who's with me that its shocking that we are almost 13 years into the new millennium? Y2K anyone?). Seems like a short time ago when I posted her 6months blog post
here. In that post I wrote about how much Brinn had changed since birth and several things I love about her. She's changed so much more since then. If its even possible, we love Brinn even more. She is one of the most passionate little girls I've ever known. She smiles bigger, laughs harder, kisses and hugs more often, and plays more energetically than some other children. BUT, she also screams louder, tantrums more often, and cries longer than those same kids. That's our girl. She knows what she wants and can somewhat communicate it with her own mixture of words, signing, whining, and grunting. Her signing has recently increased to essentially surpass me, and she knows almost all of her animal sounds. Her words are a little limited at this point- mama, dada, hi, hello, dog, shoes- but it is so fun to watch her little mind work and try so hard. I remember thinking at around 6months that being a mother couldn't be more fun, but we are truly in a sweet spot right now! I love that she, without fail, always gives her mommy and daddy a kiss before bed (and as of recent, she blows a kiss and waves bye bye when placed in her crib). I love that when she knows she isn't allowed to touch something (like the fireplace), she will look directly at me, almost touch it, wrinkle her nose, and shake her head. Almost like she is telling me that she knows better- OR, more likely, to see if the rules have changed ("can I touch the fireplace NOW??"). I love her unsolicited kisses and hugs- especially running bear hugs of my knees. I love that she will grab a phone and walk around the house having a 5min intense conversation in what sounds A LOT like Chinese. I love that she is obsessed with holding our hands:
I love that she still has her chubby cheeks (and thighs, wrists, etc). And she is beautiful.
I love that she can successfully climb into her highchair, although this is not encouraged...
I love that she wore her Halloween costume- headdress and all. Although it seemed like she was trying to convince every house to take it off. Cutest pink flamingo EVER.
I love that she is not afraid to get her little hands dirty (from Thanksgiving):
I love that she has a best friend whom goes everywhere Brinn goes- her pink and white stuffed dog. Pictured here:
And here:
I love how much she loves to brush her teeth (to the point that there is typically a tantrum when the activity is over):
I loved her first ponytail:
I love that she loves my eskimo kisses, my awful singing, my sweaty palms, my plush bathrobe, my cooking, my shoes, my cool dance moves, my cuddles, my laughs, and hates my tears. And I love everything last thing about her, because, really, what's not to LOVE??
We love our girl! Happy half birthday Sweetness, XOXO
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