15 months.

dear sweet rbaby.
you are almost 15 months old,
and are fast turning into a toddler girlie.

you haven't lost those gorgeous brown curls yet,
and i'm petrified to cut your hair- less they decide to flee with babyhood.




you love carrying your cup around,
and wearing your polka dot slippers.




you still refuse to call your daddy by his name,
and thus he has been usurped by the red furry guy which you pro-nouce
in perfect clarity: "melmo."




you love putting nboys lego tires in your mouth,
and biting on ggirls polly pocket princess clothes.




you love to dance to music dressed in your princess costume,
which you drag all the way downstairs with your pudgy fingers
and hand to me with a pointed look on your face.




and you love to sit pretty,
and say "heese".....for my camera.