Dear Livia,
Sometimes I call you Beauty Girl. That’s because you really are a beauty, inside and out. Even when you’re throwing one of your extreme head-banging, feet-kicking, nose-running tantrums, which you do often these days, I still think you’re beautiful.
And smart! And strong! And adventurous!
You’re still quite the climber. We finally had to get rid of the three gates we had downstairs, because you could top all but one of them easily. Those gates are supposed to work for toddlers up to two years of age! We didn’t (and still don’t) know how to slow you down, and maybe that’s a good thing. We just try to keep you as safe as we can.
I’m sure part of the reason you’re so good at climbing is that you’re tall for your age. At your last doctor’s appointment, you were once again off the charts for height. You’re not that much shorter than Marshall, actually. You’re growing so fast that it’s hard to keep you in clothes. I suspect that some of the winter garments I bought for you will not fit. My hopes of reusing last year’s winter jacket have been thoroughly dashed. I can’t say I really mind, though. It’s all just part of the way you’re growing, part of your beauty.
Love,
Mom