There are still days where I sit back & ask myself "Am I really a mom?" I just can't believe it. It's all such a miracle to me. Every time a woman gets pregnant- it's a miracle. I'm such a sucker for babies. It's crazy to think that Rylee used to be a little peanut in my stomach. She was so feisty. Always kicking me in the ribs & punching me back if I made her move in my tummy. I can't believe now that she's almost 17 months , she has turned into such a little rascal. She's a handful that's for sure, but she wouldn't be mine if she wasn't.
Her hair is ALWAYS in her face now because she refuses to let me put any type of clippie, hair bow/tie in her hair. She just yanks it out & hands it to me.
She does what she wants, when she wants & how she wants.
And after she gets her way?
She's such a happy clam.
Who wouldn't be?
I love this girl to pieces.
How can you love someone else this much?