Lily Kate, You have gone from a wobbly-penguin to a drunk! You don't waddle as much but you still weave around. Your head has hit more furniture and walls in the past week than I thought possible. Yet, you are TOUGH. You get that from your Daddy. Gabby tells stories about Daddy getting hurt but not making a sound and you are the same way. I try not to jump when you bowl yourself over. You just right yourself and get along your merry way. You tumbled down the stairs the other day and I caught you on the second-to-last step. You rolled head over bottom and came to a sitting position as I caught you on that step and thought you were a seasoned acrobat. You smiled, turned your hiny around and went right back to climbing. You don't understand "No" but totally respond if I spank your hand with a spoon. Your fire engine cry can be heard around the entire neighborhood if we get between you and something you want.
You are your DADDY! And I love you to the ends of myself.
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