To Maggie

Maggie,
You know what? You crack me up. So many times during the day you 'sing' out loud and make this face...I wanna just pinch your face off.
Lately you will watch any of the Shrek movies pretty much 5 times a day...you go about your business while it's on sometimes. Then there are times you say "shrek on" and sit through the whole thing with serious game-face! You say Shrek, with a lot of emphasis on the k, it's so cute. You laugh at parts that are funny, I wonder how you actually know it's funny, but it is. You laugh hard too. You seem to like the louder scarier parts cuz you yell with a smile on your face.
You also like "Broot" (Bruce aka Finding Nemo)...you like the big scary shark. hmmmm
Shrek, an ogre. Bruce, a big toothy shark. You're this little midgit princess all in pink liking these big 'scary' lookin beasts...funny.
You are so serious when you want to have a conversation with me too, you gesture with your hands and tell me 'all about it'...most of which is jibberish and I have no clue what you're saying but you are going to tell me how it is. You even move my face to look right at you if god forbid for a second I look away. You sometimes just say all the words you do know with jibberjabber in between. It's so funny. It goes a little like this: Poppa andldlfk Mimi aknfldkl Momma no alkfl dadda eidkl hat japanesydkld will cup alkslk on ksdd cheese shrek sssshhhh broot one one lfkjsoi shoe happy!!! I love you.
You are soooo particular too. Maybe even a little cooky bratty sometimes, but hey we all got our things. You have to have your blanket (bankt)just so. You adjust your clothes like I do, god help us. You are particular about the sizes and colors of things it seems. Like if I give you a half of a chip one day, the next day I might give you a 1/4 and you say "noooo" and shove my hand away like 'how dare you woman'!
You and eating do not get along...it's out biggest struggle. You like only a few things. You eat very very very little of even what you do like. You're still getting bottles with oatmeal in them before nap and bed and when you get up in the morning...Only way I feel like you are getting nutrients...ugh. You could care less. How do I make you eat? How do I force you to swallow? I guess you'll eat and care on your own time like you have done everything else really...but I never imagined at 18 mos you wouldn't care about food. Lord knows you didn't get your eating habits from me or Dadda...hmmm...anyways, just a frustrating thing we deal with daily, but you are the bomb diggity regardless chick!
I love you so much and every day is such a gift. I'm so glad I can be home with you.
I can't imagine dropping you off at day care and leaving to go to work...that thought makes me wanna cry...I'd miss out on so much of just daily YOU. I love seeing every day you doing something different or learning something new...it's fun and exciting.
Tonight was Grampy's bday party at hacienda and you were trying so hard to sing Happy Bday song with all of us and you clapped so hard at the end like you did such a good job, you just melt my heart. You say "happy" very clearly...but the rest not so much, but it's so awesome to see your little wheels spinning when you TRY so hard.
I love you. It never seems enough to just say I love you but I do, so much. I don't know what I'd do without you stinker face! Love, MomMom (sometimes now you just say momma though...I wonder what you'll actually call me)