This little doll is turning TWO this week and I've been all kinds of I can't believe my baby is turning two! sappy mom-ish.
This is very upsetting to me.
Both the fact that she' is turning two and the sappy-ness.
When she curls her tiny hand around my index finger, when she nestles her bald head in the crook of my neck, when she wags her finger and says "no more monkeys jumping on the bed!" I try to think of ways that I can bottle up the moments and keep them with me forever.
Z-cakes has brought nothing but sunshine into my life. Pure shots of Mr. Golden Sun. And even when I start to get down about the fact that we have no money and start to believe that we will never ever find decent jobs, she hops like a bunny into the room and says, "hewooo mommy...good!" And then I gather her up in a big hug, look over at N8tr0n, and realize that I have it all. Money shmuney...jobs shmobs. And it's like I need sunglasses.
(okay, you get it)
So please forgive me if the posts and pictures are a little Z-cakes heavy this week. Because I just can't seem to stop taking pictures of her. And my attempts to stop time haven't worked. And neither have my attempts to keep my eyes from welling up with tears every time she says "I a little giiirrrrrl!" So instead I'll just give in, cry my eyes out, and somehow recover. Then I can go through it all again when she turns three...and four...and
(okay I'm done, I'm stopping now)