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I had wanted to write one of these for a long time but never knew where to start. So I just started typing with nothing in mind and it didn’t turn out half bad. I wrote this one a while back but never posted it. So here it is.

Maya, you are 14 months old now and when you grow up I want you know exactly how cute you are right now. Oh, and your personality is getting clearer as time passes and I want you to know about that too. You are funny and smart. You want to be part of everything your sister is doing - even when she only lets you watch. And you are very perceptive of things your dad and I do on a daily basis

Just yesterday I caught you trying to connect the strap on your father’s Nintento DS to his laptop usb port. You left me speechless. You must have watched your father connect little plastic doohickey’s to the laptop before. Like his usb bluetooth adapter. =) Because that’s exactly where you were trying to connect the DS. And when you couldn’t get it in there you started to walk away looking confused, then you stopped and turned back to look at the laptop once more as if to say “damnit, I coulda sworn that’s how daddy does it”. And you looked disappointed as you walked off to get into something else you’re not supposed to, like wrecking my scanner. Thanks, for that, btw. I’ll charge you for it when you turn 18.

You demand equality. I can’t give your big sister any food or drink without you wanting some too. You jutt your two lower teeth out and go “eeeeeeee!!” until you get what you want. When you’re walking around and get upset at something (like not getting what you want when you want it) you drop your forehead to the floor like you’re praying to Alah and cry pathetically. This makes me laugh every time. Oh but you don’t seem to understand that this doesn’t get you what you want any faster. If anything it slows down the process because I have to stop and look at you, then chuckle before going back to the task which always seems to be getting you what you wanted anyway. You’re just not patient - especially not when you’re hungry.

You’re favorite food is milk. Chocolate milk. Strawberry milk. And recently I found one adult dish I make that you love. Rice and chicken. Ok so it took me many months to finally give up on trying to feed you and your sister black beans. You just don’t like it, I get it now. At least I can take pride in the fact you love my chicken in tomato sauce with white rice. I don’t blame you, it’s good stuff.

You sleep every night with the same bunny rabbit I bought for you at Walmart when I was still pregnant with you. It’s dirty, broken, and stained. But it’s your bunny rabbit and god forbid your big sister take that away from you like she always does. What’s big sisters for if not to torment you, eh? Don’t worry, tho, when you get older you’ll get a little better at sticking up for yourself. For now you have mommy and daddy to keep things fair.

You demand four things at bedtime. Your bunny rabbit (of course), a paci, a bottle of milk before bed, and a night light. I spoiled you from day one by keeping a lamp on in your room at night. Now you won’t have it any other way. Sometimes we can substitute the bunny for one of the other two dozen small stuffed rabbits or teddy bears you have in your crib, but the paci and night light are absolutely required. No exceptions.

Anyways, officially your first words were “go, go, go”. And your second word has to be “Hi”. Your dad says you say “doggie” but I’ve never heard you say it. We went to the pharmacy today to pick up “neminems” for your very insistent sister and you said Hi to the old man behind us at the checkout line. Good of you to be nice to your elders like that. It put a smile on his face and made me proud.