THIRTY - ONE

tank top, shorts and flip flops.  january in san diego.  you're even sweeter than your shirt says.  and those little baby lips of yours are so cute and kissable.  so blessed to get to love you.

THIRTY

up close and beautiful.  playtime giggles and the pitter patter of little feet running around the room.  your sweet face brings me so much joy.  being with you is the best part of my day.

TWENTY - NINE

a walk (literally) down memory lane.  sunday night family time at papa & nana's.  watching old vhs tapes from mama's daycare days.  realizing how much my girl looks (and sounds) like me.  

TWENTY - EIGHT

a day a the zoo with papa &nana.  dressed for the day in your denim jacket and glitter shoes.  smile and wave to the paparazzi, sage.

TWENTY - SEVEN

an afternoon walk around the neighborhood.  the january sun kissing your sweet cheeks and chubby thighs.  you are indeed pretty as a flower.

TWENTY - SIX

gymboree is quickly becoming your second home (or third, can't forget papa &nana's house!)  you learn new things every time we go.  and that look on your face tells me you can't wait to go back.

TWENTY - FIVE

between your gingham dress and mary janes, you look like you're going to your first day of school.  and with all that talking on your phone, it's apparent you definitely think you're hot stuff.  thankfully we still have a few more years before you're asking for your first iphone.

TWENTY - FOUR

from pureed sweet potatoes to pb&js, what a difference a year can make.  one thing that hasn't change: your eager appetite.  eat up, baby bug

TWENTY - THREE

today, 18 months.  tomorrow, 18 years.  we need to slow down this growing up process, because this nostalgic mama can't keep up...

TWENTY - TWO

a sweet sunday morning nap.  you haven't spent this much time in my arms since you were a baby.  but today is a snuggle mama kind of day.  and that's the best kind of day there is.

TWENTY - ONE

after a long, hard day at work, bath time fun with you sounds so refreshing.  it's a love-hate relationship between you and water, but you're tolerating it more.  as long as i'm not washing your hair you have some toys and a washcloth to splash around with, there's a smile on that beautiful face of yours.

TWENTY

pigtails and hair bows.  kitty cat shirts and cuffed, purple jeans.  bubbles and parachutes.  friday mornings at gymboree are quickly becoming my favorite day of the week with you.

NINETEEN

bed time story. who's that pretty baby, so adorable and sweet? who's that pretty baby, who is perfect head to feet?  who's that pretty baby, with hair so fine?  why that pretty baby is mine, mine, mine!

EIGHTEEN

a breezy morning, a goodbye coffee date.  borrowing auntie mame's scarf to fight the goose bumps.  we're going to miss so much more than the warmth of that scarf when she leaves.

SEVENTEEN

note to self: do not leave baby wipes in arm's reach of a mischievous and grabby toddler.

SIXTEEN

after a morning of play mats, slides and rainbow parachutes, your afternoon nap was long overdue.  i love when you wake up happy and full of giggles.  i love it even more that you seem almost excited to be brushing your hair.

FIFTEEN

a gloomy january morning.  still a great day to celebrate a little friend's birthday.  and there's no amount of weather that can dampen this kid's spirits.  as long as she has a slide nearby, there will be a smile on her face.  

FOURTEEN

saturday morning coffee date before work.  teary eyed since mama didn't let you sip her mocha.  the always popular fruit pouch saves the day.  baby meltdown averted.

THIRTEEN

between getting ready for work and playing with you for 10 more minutes, playtime is a landslide win.  catching my adorable little couch climber red handed, sounds like a justifiable excuse to call in sick for work.  if only...

TWELVE

nighttime diaper, lavender lotion, warm jammies and lambie snuggles.  when you look this cute and cozy, i wish i could climb into your crib with you.  sweet dreams, ladybug.

ELEVEN

christmas jammies two weeks late.  saucy bow tie pasta.  spending a lazy relaxing morning with my brown eyed girl is so much better than that laundry piling up.

TEN

an impromptu nana tuesday.  raiding children's place sales with my little shopping buddy.  red bobby socks and mary janes.  chunky baby thighs and cheeky binky grins.   

NINE

proof that you're one tough cookie.  you can barely even see that shiner of yours.  and you're just as beautiful, despite the black and blue.

EIGHT

the end of a long and busy sunday.  a day of wacky nap schedules, tripping over feet and bruised cheeks, a crazy late bed time, it's time to say goodnight.

SEVEN

this hard working mama misses putting you to bed four days a week because of her schedule.  so i cherish it that much more when i am home to tuck you in at night.  your silly antics never cease to make me laugh.  fingers crossed brushing your teeth always makes you this giddy.

SIX

daddy's little girl.  spending the day with your favorite guy, you're so lucky to have a dad who knows the importance of taking his little lady out for a date.

FIVE

this is the face i look forward to going home to every day i'm at work.  you are the reason i love my thursdays off.  and that smile warms my heart more than you know.

FOUR

your papa loves spending the afternoon with you.  it's the highlight of his week.  based on that smile on your face, it's safe to say you feel the same.

THREE

one day, diaper.  the next day, sweats.  stealing mama's blanket and reveling in your mischievousness.

TWO

75 degrees in january, a california winter.  spending the day in your diaper, in your new pink chair.

ONE

sitting in church, watching daddy play.  tapping your glittery feet to the music.