27 months

Dear Sena,

Today you turn 27 months old.

There are so many new things you can do, and some of your favorite things are still books and puzzles.  And Junebug.  You love that cat.  You stalk her and grab her and squeeze her and hug her and kiss her and quite possibly will send her to an early grave with all that attention.  Yet she tolerates you.  I think she actually likes you.  She puts up with shit from you that would warrant a total beat down if anyone else tried it.

Where's Junebug?

Bee is a whole other story.  You are both terrified of each other and scream and run the other direction whenever you happen to meet in the hallway.  It doesn't help that Bee is batshit crazy. You somehow know this and say, "No! Bee! No!"  Then you either scream for me or run away.

Bee does the same thing only it sounds like, "Ssssss!  Rrraaaaeeow!  Eeeaaaawwwssssss!"

Other things you love to say:

"That's tasty!"
"I love Thomas."  (Thomas the train)
"I love Percy."  (Percy is Thomas' best friend)
"Is that funny?"
"I love Soggy Bear."
"I love Junebug."
"Sing a song?"
"I love cookies."
"I love pineapple."
"I love noodles."
"I love Mommy."
"I love Daddy."

There is a theme here, Sena.  You love a lot of things.  You are a sweet little girl (most of the time) and you are growing so fast.

I'm so glad I get to see it.

I love you, Sena.
Love,
Mommy


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