Weezy, you are growing like a weed right now. At the Dr. last week we learned you are in the 96% for both height and weight. And by the giant stack of clothes I just pulled out of your drawers that no longer fit, I believe it.
You are jibber-jabbering like crazy, super vocal and super loud! New words for you are; danka (thank-you), uh (up), gu-duh or duh-gah (dog) and mmm (milk). Though mostly you are just chit-chatting to yourself and your brother often yells for you to be quiet ;)
In addition to your increased confidence walking and running you have turned into quite the climber/adventure seeker. Frequently you are sporting a bruise or bump of some sort. Often you need to be rescued as you have gotten stuck in something or somewhere. The weekend after Thanksgiving you fell down the entire flight of stairs and landed on your left eye. It swelled shut for a couple of days and then phased through black, blue and yellow. Today you were climbing something and fell off and got a rug burn on your nose. Any chance you could be a bit careful over the next week so our Christmas photos don't make you look like a gang banger? That would be great...
Finally you have enough hair so that I can put in a pony or some piggytails. So far you don't mind them and you look pretty damn cute sporting them. Guessing this willingness won't last forever, right?
Love you bumps and all,
Mama
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