Tatum is a firecracker.
She loves playing with big kids.
She loves to say no.
She brushes her own teeth and has decided to make the switch from bottle to sippy cup a power struggle. And I thought she was totally read to be potty trained and now she knows she is going but runs away when I try to get her to go on the potty!
She can use my phone almost as well as I can.
She says hi and waves to the most scary people in Walmart.
She knows what Sasquatch says.
She has the best giggle in the world and we all will make complete idiots of ourselves in public to hear it.
She loves to tickle her Dada, and only he can get her to go back to sleep in the middle of the night, and stretch a wake up time from 6 am to 8!
She is violently affectionate.
She is frustratingly lovable when she "accidentally" feeds Roy or pretends she has to use the potty as an excuse to not take a nap.
This is just a little snapshot of my baby girl--I wrote most of this in an email with my best friend and thought I'd share it with y'all as well :-)