Let's just dive right in, shall we?
For being such a short month, you sure are b-u-s-y. I guess you gotta pack it all in, huh?
You have been my rock these past few months and I am so lucky you are mine.
You are now 6 years old. I'm going cliche but I seriously do not know how it happened so fast? I will forever cherish the moments I held you as a newborn and watched you sleep, just because I could. How painful it was to go back to work after two short months of maternity leave. How you were born practically bald and with huge blue eyes and have always looked only like yourself. We are so much alike and yet you are you. And I love you all the more for that.
You are my wild child and the 'Terrible Twos' have found you. Of course, it's hard staying mad at you because you look like an angel. This parenting gig is full of contradictions and you are full of tenderness and love and a touch of naughtiness.
Don't get me wrong, I love you and California really needs you, but (you knew it was coming) you do funny things to my hair and I just can't take it anymore. The frizz and general disarray of the bangs makes me look rather poodle-y and that's just not the look I'm going for.
I understand that toys are a part of childhood and it isn't your fault you get played with maybe you could also learn how to pick yourself up? Because we all know only mom can do it "right" (insert eye roll emoji). A self-cleaning toy really needs to be invented...
Dear Old Navy pajama pants,
You are like my new best friend. Not only were you only $8 but you're so comfy I just can't help but get back into when
the moment I step foot in the house I come home from work .
Dear Shelved Books,
I'm sorry I lost steam. Especially since January was so productive. I guess I'll just blame the short but extremely busy month of February and move on.
Linking up here.