Thursday, August 2, 2012

Letters to Layla

It's been a long time since I wrote one of these. Too long. Layla is 21 months on the 17th. Entering into 'terrible twodom'. Ready to become a big sister. Smart as a whip. Sassy. So very sassy.

You're a girl of few words. You pick words up and then throw them away. Cookie, fishie, baby - they all pop up here and there. You're more about doing things on your own time, and I can respect that. Smart is an understatement for you, though. Even your pediatrician said your brain is working faster than your mouth because you comprehend everything. Anything I say you understand. You study things. When someone is doing something you watch intensely. You only need to be shown how to do something once - maybe twice - and you know exactly what to do. I've learned that's a Scorpio trait and your father is the same way.

Still obsessed with music. You hum the songs to the Fresh Beat Band and we listen to 'Brighter than the sun' (only the Smash version, mind you) on repeat. We've started to introduce you to Italian music: Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, as well as everything Broadway.

Sissy is well on her way to being here very very soon. As anxious as I am for what life will be like with two babies, I know you'll be the best big sister. We got you a baby doll to practice with and whenever you pick her up you say, "Awww baby," and it melts my heart.

It's amazing now being able to stay home with you full time. I'll tell you some days you drive me up the wall. I'm not perfect. I only have so much patience, but I'll tell you.. The moment you say "mama" with your little voice, I'm mush.

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