She proudly dances on the front of the boat for everyone to see.
Yes, she does have some killer moves.
(Ross says in about 10 years Harper will not be allowed to leave the house…)
And once we are on the beach,
her dancing continues…
Up and down the beach.
Carefree. Living in the moment. Letting the music take her away.
If I weren’t VERY pregnant… I would totally join her.
…Guess there’s always next year!
Then out of no where,
she walks up to me and says “I be da baby, Mama!”
So I quickly wrap her in a towel and hold her.
I sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and whisper how much I love her in her ear.
I drink in these fleeting moments of her “being the baby” because soon,
she will rather be dancing on the beach and not in my arms.
This girl loves to snack.
Chips, gummies and breakfast bars are her favorites.
And if you ask her to share…
you will most likely get a big “NO!” followed by this face:
Then I look at her and see her sucking on her right pointer finger aka “fu fa fum”
and I just stare at her,
trying to etch the way she looks with her little pouty lips sucking on her finger.
Memorizing every little detail of her while she is still little.
Lately, Harper has been walking the fine line of being a baby and becoming a big girl.
I can’t help but try my best to capture the “baby” moments while they are still in her,
because I know that all too soon,
she will step over the line and cross over to the “big girl” side.
No matter how big you get Harper,
you will always be my baby.
I love you!