You like to eat. And spit out the food. And sometimes pick up the spit to put back into your mouth. Somehow you don't really like salmon and chicken and rice anymore. Because you want to feed yourself now, your face and table and floor is covered with a lot of stuff at meal times.
When you are colouring on a book, if sister joins in, you would push her and attempt to bite her. Like territorial dog. Although sister would cry and complain to me, she would still play with you and say she teach you how to colour.
This few mornings you would cry to be carried. So I had to carry you and brush my teeth and put on makeup.
I love how you would give me a smile and walk into my arms for hugs. Then I would think to myself how cute you are. Haha
You can walk very well now. The speed you walk stops my heart sometimes. You look like you are going to bang into the wall.
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