I love Luna! She is so cute! And she is growing so fast! Yesterday, she saw a puppy. She got all excited, started jumping up and down in my arms and yelling “doddy! doddy!” like doggy doggy. Her rubber duckies are all “dug” except the larger blue one, who is “boo dug.” Her sippy cup, and for that matter any drinking vessel is called “ba ba.” Her father (Robert) is “da da” and her mother, me of course, is “ma ma,” which is by and far her favourite word. She was told by Robert not to touch something one day, and she said, “No!” She was asked by him one day if she wanted a spanking, to which she replied, “Yeah!” My mother swears she heard Luna say “I love you!” over the phone the other day. She says “fa fa” when she wants food. She builds pillow forts, climbs furniture, and can open doors and drawers. She walks and runs, even while carrying large objects. She brings me items when she wants me to do something for her: a pillow and or blanket for a nap, a diaper and or wetwipes for a diaper change, a rag for a bath, an empty cup for a drink, etc. She eats and drinks anything that we eat and drink, without my having to premush it. She gives hugs and kisses, and plays games. She has had some progress with the potty chair, but it’s slow going. She bathes herself for the most part, I mean I still have to make sure she’s clean, but she’s in the tub alone and I don’t stare at her while she’s bathing. She has a set bedtime, and she does fine with it. She sleeps in her crib in her room. She has helped me with chores once or twice, wiping shelves with a rag. She giggles and smiles and is all kinds of cute. Her hair is blonde and curly and her eyes are brown. Her skin is white as snow, well, not that white, but close. She is a beautiful girlie who is going to grow into an amazing woman someday, but if you are a man reading this keep your hands off my daughter even if you’re her age cause she’s gonna be celibate til she’s 75! lmao, just kidding, but I don’t want her to grow up too soon. Tim McGraw–You beautiful baby from the outside in, chase your dreams, but always know the road that’ll lead you home again. Go on, take on this old world, but to me you know you will always be my little girl. Someday some boy will come and ask me for your hand, but I won’t say yes to him unless I know he’s the half that makes you whole, he has a poets soul, and the heart of a mans man. I know he’ll say that he’s in love, but, between you and me, he won’t be good enough.
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