My dad ("Grandpappy") and Finley
Today you are 14 months. Everyday, it seems, you are learning something new and continuing to grow into the precious little girl that you are.
One thing that surprises me is how much you're talking. You love to look out the back window and watch the chickens. You point at them and say, "chicken." Well, it's your own version of chicken, but I know what you're saying. For Valentine's Day Papa and I got all four of you balloons. You love declaring, "balloon!" and having someone pull one down for you to hold. If we try to tie it on your wrist you start to scream and cry. So, we're subject to hearing, "balloon" and handing one to you over and over throughout the day. "Ball" is one word you say incredibly clear. Like your brothers you love balls. (You also say Mama, Papa, Judah, hi, bye-bye, Cappy (for Captain, our dog), SiSi (for Silas), and I know there's more I just can't think of them right now.)
Another thing that I LOVE are your kisses. You are always giving kisses. Most of the time I have to ask you for them, but my favorite times are when you initiate hugs and kisses on your own. You are such a sweet, loving girl. (And, you love how your Papa's beard tickles your face when you give him kisses.)
I'm so glad you're still wanting to nurse. I love nursing you before bed each night and carrying your little sleeping body to bed. You're not always willing to lay in my arms anymore, so I cherish this time more than anything. You still fit in my arms. You may be walking (running!), talking, making your own trips to the ER, and wanting to do every single thing that your brothers do, but you're still my tiny girl.
I love you more than anything, precious Fifi.
My dad, my grandma ("Grams"), and the kids
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