I over hear you say,
Missy Moo come this way,
Helping her to play,
Her guidance come what may.
I see her reach for your face,
Trying to keep up with your pace,
Loving you and leaving her trace,
Invading each other’s space.
You have such a sensitive side to your emotions but there is no gentleness when it comes to play. You are getting so tall and big now, and you really love to rough house. Your cheekiness is showing it’s face, and you have quicken your pace. Mommy spends most the day chasing you around the house while you giggle and search franticly for your next hiding place.
Your happy spirit grows and grows, I can’t get enough of it. You are hardly without a smile on that pretty little face. Those teeth are giving you some trouble now, but those fingers are helping sooth the pain. You have become a messy, messy eater, but I let you go at your own pace, guiding you just in case.
Together you love watching each other, especially during meal times. If I am doing one with the other, the other wants to join in too. Buba you don’t like your picture taken without your sister in it too. I wanted a solo photo of you and here you are yelling at me to take one of Missy Moo. Never giving your sister space. But I am ever so grateful that you always make sure I am fair to the both of you, making me want to kiss your face!