Baby...Er...Toddler Love.

There are numerous antics and stories to retell:

The eating of Comet.

The opening of a Motrin bottle.

The discovery of lipstick

and

consumption of zippy coke.

She started walking.

Then running.

Then tug-of-warring with Homer.

Before I knew it she was going

down

the stairs

an addition to her perfected

up

the stairs

Her dexterity is increasing.

She uses crayons

not on walls

at least

not yet.

She loves to pull all the books off the shelf

toss them about manically

then proclaim

"DADA EEE BAHL!"

Which only Homer understands.

But we love anyway.

She will always be my baby.

But is starting to be

my toddler

too.