My little lady just went to bed. And by went to bed I mean, kicked and screamed the whole way up the stairs yelling for "mo Do-wuh!" (more Dora) and "walk you" (rock me). The peaceful days telling her it's time for bed, her crawling into my lap, laying her head on my shoulder, saying "nigh nigh Daddy" and waving to him as we walk up the stairs, are gone. But now, once the ultimate fight to her bedroom subsides, she begs for us to rock her (totally new request) and sing to her. We sing about 92 verses of either Twinkle Twinkle or You Are My Sunshine, to which she sings along in the cutest little voice of all time...
Me: "you'll never know dear, how much..." (she interrupts and looks up at me at this point)
Kenna: "I WUUUUUUVVVVV you."
And then my heart bursts into a million little pieces.
This girl will be two in a matter of about a month and I have no idea where the time has gone. I just love her to pieces...sass and all.
