this post. Ahhhhh, thank god. Somebody did take note. I did! Whoo hoo for blogging! Hazel Iris. She was such a happy, easy, baby.
^One year ago today.
Now, she is a toddler. Complicated, ornery, goofy, adorable.
Dear Hazel Iris,
You are socially cautious and physically daring. You'll cling to my legs around strangers, then climb a ladder. You're a mama's girl, but adore your papa. You are obsessed with nursing.
Making the sign for nursing, a fist milking a cow, you always hold your nurse-fist to my face with the most pitiful look (sorry for the lack of focus):
^Free score from a yard sale (then we had to buy a charger and glue sandpaper to the wheels.)
You love the backpack. This week you ate your first ice cream cone (and another one today). You absolutely swoon with the most heart-melting grin when we applaud your accomplishments, especially when they seem so small compared to your big sister. You prefer to be in our spotlight, not your sister's shadow.
You are my snuggly little munchkin. I'll eat you up, I love you so!*
*Quote from Where the Wild Things Are