You have an obsession with your own toes. You must be afraid that someone is going to steal them because often times when someone gets close to you you exclaim, "my toes!" and back away.
You love to say your cousin Kate's name with a British accent and you call her Cake.
You give mommy back rubs a lot. I can tell that you are a compassionate little soul. You are often concerned about my back after I've been doing a lot of chores and you will sit beside me and rub my back ever so softly.
You are obsessed with stealing your brothers socks right off of his feet. What's up with that?
You love polishing your nails.
You love closing doors. The phrase "When one door closes, another one opens." does not apply in our house. You won't allow it. One time you shut me inside of our very very tiny closet while I was trying to hang clothes.
You call the temple pimple. You tell me ,"No prophet" when I try to read to you from Gordon B Hinckleys book.
When you cry you tell us "I'm crying". It's so sad and so cute.
You are very much a daddy's girl and you love when he is done with work so he can chase you around the living room. He gets you up every morning. You love him so much.
You are learning new words and things everyday. You love to color, play with Besty, kiss your brother, sit with mommy, I love everything about this age you are now. Watching you grow is bittersweet but I feel so lucky I get to do it.