Violet has a fake toy phone, it flips through different animal noises and pictures each time you open it up. She's been toting this around in one hand, while carrying a few pieces of coloring paper in the other. She brings her things up onto my bed and then proceeds to tell me that she is "making some payments mom!". She's been doing lots of little things like this which crack me up, and have given me some insight into our daily life through her eyes.
Between "making payments", "doing her "workouts" (which consist of jumping up and down and a variety of different baby yoga poses), and "going on errands to the store" (picking up her toys into a little purse her aunt made her", you'd think the girl was 20, not 2 years old.
The last few days she's been so cuddly and kissy face with me and I just want to stop time and suspend those moments because soon she will not want to kiss this mama's face, and I'll probably cry the day it happens. For now, I am basking in it. BASKING.
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