We celebrated with a large ice cream sundae! I am such a big girl. I like to be chased by mama; she always catches me and tickles me until my laughter becomes a big fun scream. I used to crawl quickly during said chasing but now, I run while mama still crawls. Mama says I'm too small to run, but I do it anyway. I know what lots of words mean but I just wish I could say them. That way, everyone would know what I was trying to say during my bouts of babbling. Papa reassures me that I will be able to talk one day soon.
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