My mom says I have ruined this one. She is the worst one of the bunch--you have spoiled her rotten.
I don't agree that I have ruined her, but she is definitely spoiled. Her adorableness just grabs me by my heart and stills it. I don't know what it is. Her little face. The way she talks. The way she cuddles her chubby little body next to mine and swirls her toes in the middle of the night.
She has made a name for herself. Lovey. As in, "Mama, I'm your lovey!"
On Saturday she was upset with me for some reason, so she stood there, hands of her hips. Her ponytails shaking with conviction.
"Mommy, I'm not your lovey anymore!" Which sounded like this, Maameeee, I not yo yuveee an'moah!
And I just laughed. Oh really?
After about five seconds she broke out into a big smile and came running over to hug my leg.
"I'm just kidding, mama! I'm still your lovey!"