Scratchy

WARNING: PICTURE HEAVY! My baby turned 2 today. And as usual I am having a difficult time accepting this growing up thing they do. So I bring you this past year in the life of Scratchy in pictures.

Today at Gramma's house. oooh flamey!

Nom, nom, nom.

Yummy cupcake is yummy.

The Diva is strong within her.

Showing produce proper astonishment.

Modeling the hand knits her crazy mother knits for her.

Do you SEE those eyelashes? I made those.

I don't know what made her do this. But I suspect it had something to do

with a cupcake. They are her kryptonite you see.

I swear there was milk in there. SWEAR!

My baby handing me a flower. Then there was the encounter with the marker. Honestly, I'm just glad it wasn't my walls.

You know aside from the fact that she wont stop growing up and yelling at me and giving me the "I will put you in a home when you're old" look. It really isn't all that bad. But the fact that these days will come no more is what kills me. I mean seriously, she will never be 1 again. It just makes me all weepy inside (and out).

I love you Scratchy, even though you are no longer as scratchy as you once were. Thank for making me your mommy. I cherish each and every single day with you and I promise to split the therapy bills with you when you realize your mommy is kinda kooky. But in my defence, I was trying really hard to make your childhood a happy memorable time in which you feel all the love that a mommy has to offer.

I promise not to threaten to put you in a basket with a $50 and a note that says "finders keepers" anymore.

Well, except on Tuesdays.