lyla girl.

well miss lyla bean,

you are eleven months old, that means the next post i do about you, you will be one...wow.

you love it when i walk in the room and say /// " heeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyy girlfriend!! " (or at least i hope you do b/c i do it all the time)
oh and your brother says it too  (your dad really loves that #not )

you love real food, you are so over the stuff from the jar /// you also don't care for your bottle anymore /// you don't talk a whole lot, but you smile all.the.time. /// you stiff arm your brother if he tries to hug you, but you will sit, and play, and listen, and love your sister all day long ... if i had to put my money on it, i would say you girls will be life long friends /// your are great sleeper /// you don't let me rock you at nap time anymore, you just want to go in the crib ... not gonna lie that makes me a little sad /// you are not walking yet,...i stress the word yet /// you look so much like your sister and you have cute little bunny teeth like your brother, and have dimples like dad.
 

a few months ago i very jokingly sent dad a photo of you holding a life saber with the title "the force is strong in this one"  looking back it was a cruel form of foreshadowing .

the force is strong in you my girl ///

i look in your eyes and see sheer determination ... a quality that will require taming and discipline on my end, but equally a quality that will take you far in life my dear ... don't ever loose that drive.

xoxo
mom

p.s. your still ridiculously cute. oh so cute.