Preslie Jean,
You, my love, are the biggest BALL of energy.
Seriously, calm the heck down.
You weigh 15.6 lbs, freak.
Your going to be a midget..
JAYKAY.
Mama is funny.
26.8 inches, shorty.
Doctor predicts adult PJ;
105 lbs 5'3...dang you!
You are one cranky baby.
You want what you want, when you want it.
Don't mess with you!
You started trying to stand alone.
Growing up too fast.
If I never do anything right in this world, I want you to know you were right for me.
You make me whole.
My favorite part of my day is morning.
You wake up and start playing, instantly.
I let you sit a few moments, but just when you get fussy, mama comes.
No one has ever needed me like you need me.
I have never needed someone so much.
I need you, my daughter.
I need you.
You still love your Mum-Mums, Cheerios, and eggplant.
You sip on water like a pro out of your sport bottle.
Paper is your FAVORITE thing.
Separation anxiety has started.
There are only about a few people you trust in life right now.
Your top favorites are Mama, Dada, Aunt JenJen and Uncle David.
Oh yeah, by the way you've said every one of those names above already!
Big girl.
Look at you.
One month old, now 9 months.
The time really does fly.
I love you Pjean.
Owl always love you.








































