To my dearest Kennedy, my sweet girl monkey, my diva, my little smart mouthed hot headed (oh Lord we are going to be in trouble) baby girl. I definitely lucked out when you were born. I swear your brother kept me on my toes as a baby, it was always something with him. Not with you. You were easy going, the best sleeper, you would just hang out and I could do whatever it was I needed to do...you were a breath of fresh air. Then you turned 2. Holy cow batman! Things haven't been the same since. But that's just part of your charm I suppose.
Being the mom to a little girl, excuse me diva, is not what I expected at all. You and Marshall are so much different. He's always been ok with playing and not always being right under me...NOT YOU! You need an audience. You don't just play, you sing. You sing every song you've learned at school. You don't just sing, you stand in front of the mirror and dance and prance and pose. You also love to be Mrs. Mitzi (that's her teacher.) You call out names from the kids in your class and tell them where to sit, and what to do (she does a fabulous impression of you Mitzi.) You also love to take pictures. Whether it's on the old camera or one of your phones.
I LOVE that you LOVE guacomole as much as your daddy and I do. I love that you love to have your nails painted. I love that you love to wear dresses. I love that you love shoes. Mostly I just love you! I can't wait to see what the next years have in store for you.
I am so glad I'm your mom!
Love you!
Mom
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