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Dear Gracie,
I know I am early for a monthly letter, but your recent change in attitude has warranted a new post. I knew eventually our luck would run out with having an angelic kid. For the past 15 plus months, you have done nothing but smile, laugh, giggle, say funny things etc. Hardly ever did you protest to anything. Well, you have changed. Yesterday, and for probably a week now, you have developed an attitude and became stubborn. I know I have your dad to blame for it, but I was hoping you would remain as good natured as I am (at least as I am most of the time). I think we may be entering what some call "the terrible twos" and you have just decided to be ahead of the curve. I am just going to ask...Please stop screaming. I don't think I can handle it. Your are certainly making an argument for being an only child. That's for sure.

On a lighter note. We bought you a potty. You sit on it. No going yet, but you'll get there. Last night you sat on the potty, said "pee pee" and then peed on the floor. Thanks. I know that all it will take is for you to "accidentally" go in the potty, we will cheer, and you will want to continue to go so you can clap and say "yay" with us. Then, bye bye diapers. Then, we move to the bink. (insert doom music).

Well, those are the updates for now. I will write soon.

I love you,
Mommy

15 Months

Dear Gracie,

Today, your dad and I took you to the doctor for you 15 month check up. Well, you don't care much for him or his nurse. They are nothing but nice to and think you're cute, but I think you know their game. For some reason you do not like people to look in your eyes, ears, or mouth. He shined the light in your eyes, and you gave him a look like you would kill him if you had the chance. He reported that you are in the 25th percentile of height and weight (meaning 75% of the kids out there your age are bigger than you are). You hit the big 20 pound threshold weighing in at 20 lbs. 2 oz. Yeah, I don't think the WNBA is in your future, but a co-worker of mine said Spud Webb was only 5'6", so maybe there is hope. Although, if you saw your dad or me play sports, you would understand why the liklihood of you being a professional athlete of any kind is slim to none. Sorry. Hopefully, you are ok with being nerdy. Speaking of nerdy, the doctor also reports that you have achieved and mostly surpassed all the milestones for your age. Already an overachiever - nice job.

"Happy Feet" is your favorite game. All it consists of is me singing happy feet over and over and you moving your feet as fast as possible. You have also learned to march and jump. One day a few weeks ago, you woke up from a nap and decided that you were going to talk. You started saying "Alli" which actually sounds like "Addi". Good enough. When you learn a new word...you repeat it and repeat it and repeat it. Like...Hi, Mommy, Daddy, Addi. You will repeat these words until I almost can't take it anymore. Also, this past month, you have decided that it is no longer necessary to give people open mouth kisses. Good choice.
Grandma Rose retired, and you were wonderfully behaved at both her parties. Thanks for that. You always seem to manage to make your dad and I look like we know what we're doing. We appreciate it. Now, you and Grandma can spend oodles of time together. She's a softie, so no worries.

Well, I'm sure there will be more to write about, but these are the biggies. I am about to go home from work and see your smiling, beautiful face. You have changed my life Marigrace, and you are truly a special kid. I love you.

Love,

Mommy