Happy half birthday, Charlie girl. Your siblings are thrilled that you are one and a half now.
You’re walking and running and jumping and talking in two and three word phrases these days. You wore your hair in a tiny braid for the first time yesterday, but you still prefer it down. You inhale bananas and down coconut milk like there’s no tomorrow, but you’ll eat most anything else I give you too. Your shudder at pickles cracks everyone up, but you love them.
You have 12 teeth and those eye teeth don’t seem to be in any hurry to complete your smile. I’m sure the toothpaste you insist on eating keeps them oh so clean though. You make funny faces and are the clown of the family – you love to make us laugh. You frown at strangers and refuse to talk or smile if they aren’t part of our family.
You use sign language, talking all the while. I think you do it just to be sure we understand. No means yes and no in your world. It’s up to us to decide which you mean.
You’re quite the love. Your kisses and hugs are the best.
I love you.
Love,
Momma
