So just an update on what you have been doing, baby Rangirl. You are finally walking. You are biting the hand that feeds you, literally. You push us to the side whenever you are trying to create mischief, telling us “go “. And for the second time, I heard you say what seems to be, “douche head”.

Essentially, you are a mini me with your mother’s face. I too tend to bite your mother when she steps out of line. And there you go, still growing. Maybe too fast.

I often wonder how I’ll handle an older daughter…but then I recall all the female friends that never listened to my advice despite asking for it, and I realize I’ll be just fine.