I, for sure, have the happiest, cutest baby. She is getting bigger, cuter, more animated everyday, and I love it. I love watching her "talk" and squrim and flail, and try to suck her thumb even though she hadn't quite figured out how to get just her thumb and would end up licking her whole fist. I love watching her kick and splash in the bath tub, and I love watching her watch me when I walk to a different spot. I love the way she pinches my neck when I hold her, even though it kind of hurts. I love how, for some reason, she laughs every time I take her arms out of a shirt, and how she smiles so big when I sing and dance for her. I love dresses her in cute little girl outfits and giant headbands. I love the crazy faces I catch her making when a take a picture of her. And I really love how happy it makes Eric to see those pictures and the videos I try so hard to send. But I would REALLY love if he could see all of these things first hand. Im glad Reilly wont remember this part of our lives and doesnt have to feel what I feel. I dont want to rush my little baby through her first year, but I will be glad when Daddy is home.
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