First introduction to piano, via my dear friend Rene.
This is June's 18 month old birthday. I can't believe it.
This month is the month of imagination. Of patting dollies to sleep with blankets on their backs. Of flushing the toilet. Of wiping her nose and saying "booger." Of wiping our noses. Of falling hard in love with play, especially when that means running around a playground with other kids. Of trying on hats or headbands or really just any type of clothes and saying, "Pretty. Mirror." Always in a singsong voice. And then demanding instant access to the mirror. Of not wanting to be carried much anymore. Of maintaining the sense of humor we all know and love with new games all the time and new ways to make us laugh. Of, can it be, a little shift away from being such a mama's girl? Daddy is getting lots of attention lately.
Little June, we love you.
