Dear Sabrina,
Holy growth spurt, you may have actually doubled in size this month. So many of the clothes I put on you are suddenly too snug, too short, too everything. You look like a tiny Baby Hulk. It’s a good thing you grandma and I like to shop for you and therefore have a stockpile to cute things for you that will (hopefully) fit. Seasonal appropriateness is questionable though (hey, it’s a risk buying this far ahead, not knowing when your growth rate is going to approach the speed of sound, and the weather changes – drastically – every 3 days here anyway).
Your language repertoire is expanding just as rapidly. I’m amazed on a daily basis at what words pop out of your mouth. You can even tell me what (educational) game Sammy is playing in the computer when your spying on him – I mean watching and learning. However, I could do without that additional skill of Demanding (yes, with a capital D) food All. The. Time.
I also see that you seem to be developing the talent to be a successful criminal, specifically a thief or perhaps a cat burglar. I can turn around, and you’ll have something in your hands that I didn’t know you knew existed. And then you run off with it with a grin of devilish pride, presumably to bury it somewhere. We’ll have to start exploring other occupational options tout suite, my dear.
The bottom line is you’re a crazy bundle of joy and fun and frustration that can incite giggles and fury in the same minute. I’m sure you’ll be using this power to completely confuse boys about a decade from now. You daddy is shopping for a shotgun on that eventuality. I can’t wait to see what’s next from you. Bring it on.
Love,
Mom
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