Happy two years and four months Riley! I love you more this month than last month and more today than yesterday. Now, about yourself…
You are a handful! Especially in parking lots when my hands are full of grocery bags and your little hand. It seems like you know when the most inopportune time is to act a fool. And by fool I mean laying down in the middle of a parking lot. I’ve gotten to the point to where I just stand there and let you lie until you get ready to cooperate again. You must get this from your Daddy because I would never throw a fit at a grocery store. Just ask Paw-Paw.
I’ve told you before, but you really love your little cousin, Braxton. You two really are two peas in a pod. You follow each other around and fight over the same toy. Constantly. You give each other the biggest, sweetest hugs. And he tries to smooch on you.
Caught him in the act: trying to lay one on you. You were too busy on your telephone to even notice.
You have started putting several words together and talking in sentences. For example, “Dada, you a bad boy!” “I want to eat, eat!” “You want to take a bath?” “Nemo, did you find your Daddy?” (<—This one is a great story your Daddy needs to tell you about. ) “Braxton, you want to go timeout?” “Braxton, you want a spank?” Can you tell who the boss is between you and Braxton?
Riley, you kind of have a problem with gagging. It’s not really a weak stomach because you never actually throw up, but you seriously gag at a really bad odor. Dirty dogs, Braxton’s dirty diapers, eggs, you gag at them all.
You are very emphatic when you say yes. You sing sweet songs. You brush your teeth really well, and by well I mean you usually get all the nasty stuff out. You love Aunt Ma and going places with her. You want your own things: suckers, pens, forks, books. “I do it!” is a common phrase around our house right now.
You are a sweetheart. I could not have wished for a better little girl. I sometimes wonder why God blessed me with such an amazing spirit as you. I am so lucky to be your Mom. I can’t wait to wear a shirt that says “Riley’s Mom” on the back.
Love you so, so much.