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Leaps and bounds

My baby girl is getting so big!

Today is a pretty big day for the missus.  I'll try to recap all of the firsts I have witnessed.
1.) When she woke up, she squealed ," Mommy!  Brother!  Daddy?" when I went in to get her.  She seemed disappointed that daddy was already at work.
2.) She asked for more cheese at lunch.
3.) She went straight to sleep at nap time, and slept almost 3 hours.
4.) She took a bite of her frozen yogurt in a tube, said, "Hot!" and blew on it to cool it down.
5.) She got super fussy when we were playing downstairs.  She kept reaching for me and saying, "UP!"  After a few questions, she said she was hungry and wanted a snack.  I said, "You know, you can just say "I'm hungry" and we'll take care of you.
She looked at me in the face and said, "I'm hungry".
6.) I had her on my hip when the boys were finishing the basement pick-up before getting a snack.  Z pointed at the stairs and said, "Upstairs."
7.) When I asked what she wanted for snack, she responded with , "Fish".
8.) I put some cream on a little patch of diaper rash after a diaper change.  She said, "Thank you."

It's like I blinked, and all the sudden my little baby is a toddler. What the heck?!

I love that I'm home for all the small things.  It means the whole world.


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