My Bug. You're 4 years old now. You are such a challenge. I feel like we are from different planets some days but I love who you are. I love being your mom. Yes there are days where I wish you would stop talking but I can't imagine going just one day without hearing your little voice. I know you are going to keep challenging my point of view, keep arguing your reason and keep right on using your logic and I know it's going to be great. Your mind works in amazing ways and I can't wait to see where it takes you. You're so sharp and have a memory that astounds me. Right now you are still between my little boy and a big kid, but I know when you start pre-school this fall you will grow up a lot. While I'm ready for this it will also be sad to see you take that jump. You are momma's boy now and I hope you always will be, even if someday you tell me to stop singing nighttime songs to you.
Baby girl, you are 2 (almost). Two! It doesn't even seem possible. You are my baby, but you're getting so big and so independent. I hear 'no me' from you all day. You don't want me to help you anymore, you're bold and fearless and ready to take on the world. I am so proud of the way you stand up for yourself, you are going to be one strong woman. But please, just be my baby girl a little bit longer. Let me cherish the mornings where you come wondering down the hall in your tiny nightgown dragging your blankie for just a little longer. Thank you for giving me the best hugs and then saying 'more ug'
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