Dear Miss P,

My goodness girlie girl you are growing up! This weekend was a long weekend for Memorial Day and we had so so so much fun! I had to just stop and watch you as you played with your grandparents and Abbey and Misty (currently your very best friends in the whole entire world). You would venture outside by yourself to walk right up to them and give them hugs and pats (and countless cheerios, strawberries, cucumbers – poor dogs). I’d watch through the window as you ran back up to the house so excited and proud of yourself.

But you’re doing it, you are venturing farther and farther away by yourself. 10 yards may not seem like a lot – but it is. Before now it would be one word “Mama” with your hand held out and away we’d go, together. Now? Not even a thought about it. You are getting so independent. It’s what I want, ultimately. I want you to be a strong, independent woman who knows who she is and what she wants and will accept nothing but the best.  But to get there, we’ll be dealing with a strong, independent toddler who knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it. :) I love it.  I love the challenge. We’re going to have a good time together.

I love your stuborness. I laugh about it (behind your back). Lately – and yes I know this is a bad thing  – when I say the dreaded word “no” or “No Thank you” you are starting to draw your land in the sand babe. It’s a line I continually cross over in order to show that I am the Mama here – and you have a problem with it! :) Lately when I’ve pushed you too far and you simply are not going to do what I want you to – you stick out your tongue and blow it at me. It’s “spitting” without spitting. Everyone else around us is laughing and I cannot. I have to show you that it’s not acceptable – all the while thinking “you are so my child.”

Your grandma is loving this – apparently you and I are just alike. She shared some stories with us at your Uncle Redd’s football game last Saturday night. I am the little girl who:

  1. Couldn’t wait to see the fish and so pulled down the entire cooler of fish fillets down – onto our carpeted kitchen floor.
  2. Didn’t want to ask for help with the milk and so tried to get it myself, spilling the entire gallon of milk – onto our carpeted kitchen floor.
  3. Was so squirmy in church that the gentlemen sitting behind your grandparents came up to them after the service and informed them that the now make medication for children like me.
  4. Was at a Mothers and Daughters weekend at church camp and wanted to sing a solo. I was told by the director that there wasn’t any more room for me to sing – and so I marched right up there on Sunday and sang my solo anyway. I remember singing the solo, I do not remember being told I wasn’t supposed to.

So you see I guess we’re one in the same – it’s gonna be a wild ride!

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