Oh my little Too bear you are almost 7 and just lost your first top tooth and oooofffff it is all going too fast. You’re sitting next to me and talking to me right now as I type which you are basically doing all day b/c you are now a little chatterbox. You’re so flipping funny and smart.

We are currently reading The Wish Tree and just finished Sweep. We complained about the book Sweep the entire time we read it and how we will never take sissy’s recommendation for a book again b/c it was slow and boring. Then we finished it and both bawled crying at the end. Literally, we sobbed together.

You think you’re a teenager and last night you did “skincare” with a little headband before bed. I tried to video you but you caught me so I am just documenting the memory.

For Xmas you got everything from My little Ponies to makeup. You are a mix of 7 and 17 (thanks to your big sissies). You still call for me every morning with your Momma, Im awake, I miss you, I love you, and I want bubbbbbaaaaaa. I still come rushing down and sign you a morning song that goes something like this:

Good morning to my muff, my little muff a puff, hi ho the derry O, good morning to my muff. I love my little muff, she does her muffy stuff, hi ho the muffy low, I love my little muff.

Then I say something like this:

How’d you sleep guadaleep, howd you sloop guadaloop?

Yup, and we somehow think this is all normal. Anyways, I started this whole post because I wanted to remember something you say that gets me every time and I don’t want to forget in case one day you stop saying it. When you’re trying to ask “is that ok with you” you always say “does that mind with you?”. Ugh it melts me, and of course I reply, no that doesn’t mind with me. Eeeeek I adore you muffy pie!!!!