I love that sweet face. Her kisses and snuggles make me melt. But it's not all sugar and spice. I think the Lord knew what He was doing when He made her our third. If she had been our first, she probably would have been an only child (funny enough, B's mom says the same thing about him).
She can destroy a room in less than ten seconds (which is how she got the nickname Hurricane Bailey).
If she's not happy, you know (it's hard to miss the screaming at the top of her lungs).
She literally doesn't stop eating. She should weigh 40 pounds or more with how much she consumes, but she doesn't stop moving either, so she's still only 21 pounds.
She started climbing before she could walk.
She has decided she hates naps and bedtime. It used to be so easy. If you put her in bed, she would lie down, say nigh-night, blow you a kiss, and go to sleep. Gone are those days.
Now she protests every nap and every night. One night last week, we "battled" it out until almost 2am. She was finally asleep in her bed and I went back to my bed, only to have her wake up screaming at 4am. This momma's tired. It's only been complicated by the fact that she has discovered how to climb out of her crib. Two nights ago, her bedtime "fussing" turned into an all out "cry for help" so I ran into her room to find her hanging on the outside of her crib (two inches from the ground...but she didn't know that). I helped her down and she spent the rest of the night in our bed (her favorite place to be). She made it quite clear that we needed to turn her crib into a toddler bed. I was hopeful that she would love the "new bed" but that was not the case. Now, her entire schedule is off. She falls asleep out of exhaustion at random times. In random places. Like sitting up in our bed. Or in her highchair. Or the couch.
I'm hoping we can get back into a routine soon. I miss my sleep. And my bed. She's lucky she's so cute. :D