almost no place you'd rather be than hanging at home with a coloring book or play dough, just chilling with mom and dad.
You are so much more affectionate than your brother and will run up to me mid-play just to get a little hug and a kiss and an "I just love you so much, Mommy."
You're still a tiny little girl with a head of wild blonde curls and blue eyes and long lashes. You are, quite frankly, a beautiful little girl. You love quesadillas and almond milk and apples that are "NOT CUT UP, MOMMY!!!!" You are quite the little fashion plate, at least in your own eyes. You have a very distinct sense of what is "cool" and "not cool" and you don't hesitate to tell me your thoughts on what I pick out for you. Now, your outfits aren't exactly something you'd see in Baby GAP ads but they are certainly eye catching.
I still haven't figured out how to discipline you. All the tactics that worked for your brother just don't work for you. Take something away? Sure mom, whatever. Tell you that you can't play with your friends? Cool, mom, I'd rather hang out with you anyway. No TV/Tablet/etc.? Great! I was wanting to color a little bit anyway. It's only by the grace of God that you haven't turned into an absolute nightmare. Oh wait...Eh, it's fine. You're so damn cute it doesn't even matter.
Oh Piglet I just love you so much! I love your round cheeks and little bubble butt and your soft skin and curly hair and your independent/dependent spirit. I see great things, AMAZING things coming for you and I can't wait to see what 5 brings for you.
Now, if you could just do me a favor and stop growing up so fast!