year and a half

Dear Morgan,

Yesterday was my birthday. It was sort of a birthday for you too. You've been on this earth and in my arms for a year and half now. I held you the other night after you got out of the bath, all wrapped up in your towel. It's one of the only times during the day that you let me cradle and rock you back and forth while signing you a song. You look up at me and you know that I am your momma. You smile behind your paci, water still on your face. I look down and thank God that he sent you to me. I used to hold a snugly baby, but now you're half as tall as me. It's hard for me to keep your feet warm because they stick out from under the towel. Some nights I get teary because you're growing so fast. All of this is short lived. A few minutes pass and then you're on the go again.

You are so full of energy. So full of life. There is not a thing in our house that goes untouched. I randomly hear the pantry door open and I know you are in the junk drawer pulling something out that you shouldn't. We've had to permanently remove the scissors from the drawer because they were your favorite thing. The scotch tape and pliers soon followed. You love to go in the bathroom and pull all of my lotions and toothpaste out of the drawer. I usually find a trail to your toys when I come home in the afternoon. If the house is quiet I know I can find you in your room. You're either sitting in the floor flipping through books, pulling all of the shoes out of your dresser, or locking yourself in your closet. Most of the time you can open the door and get out on your own, but when you get stuck I giggle a little. Watching you dance has to be one of the cutest things ever. You start breaking it down to anything that sounds close to a tune. The head bob, knee bounce and body wiggle are your signature moves.

The constant noise is both cute and a little annoying. You and Addison love to egg each other on, especially when you shouldn't be.The quiet dinners we use to have are long gone. You look up to your sister so much. You copy her movements and sounds and always want what she has. The fight over the crayons is always a favorite. I'm not sure why you have to have the one that she is coloring with when the tub of 50 is sitting right in front of you. The other night you found a marker that you know you're not allowed to have and then ran to the kitchen to check it out. I laughed at your sneakiness. Books and puzzles are all the rage right now, specifically those with animals. If you see a star or a spider you break out the hand movements used in the songs. You've recently perfected your animal sounds. The meow is definitely the cutest and the quack quack makes me smile. You stop in your tracks if you hear a dog in the distance just to imitate it. Every night when we pull in you start screaming for dada. You don't call me mama often so it makes it that more special when you do.

I still can't get over how blonde your hair is and how long and curly it is in the back. Your daddy is begging me to cut it, but I refuse. I don't want it to ever change. You are now an excellent sleeper. In the morning when you wake up you always snuggle with me or daddy for a good ten minutes before starting your day. I never have to worry about you eating enough because you love to shovel it in. I still worry about you putting whole animal cookies in your mouth, but not as much as before. I think you've become a pro at eating like this. I just make sure you have plenty of milk to wash it down. You know what you want and have a serious attitude when you don't get your way. You slap your belly and pout. Every time you trip and fall or bump your head I freak out a little. I still fear that you will have a seizure. The other night I put you to bed and for some reason I had to check on your 3 times that night. I admit I'm a little over protective of you because of everything that happen, but that's okay. I'm your mom. I'm allowed to be.

I love you more than words.

Love,
Mama

(All pictures were taken last night while eating our birthday cupcakes. Daddy was behind me making you laugh.)