My little munchkin, my giggle monster, my little weirdo, my ray of sunshine, my dear dear Addy, has it been 11 months already? I swear yesterday I was holding you in the hospital wishing your daddy could be there with us, hoping I would do right by you for many years to come, hoping we would both survive to your 1st year. Well little one, we're almost there, easy-peasy from there on out right?
I'm amazed everyday with how smart and curious you are. You learn something new everyday, even if it's that we don't use Kahlua as a chair because she will dart so fast from under you that you will fall on your bottom and wonder how you got there. You are the curious of kitties and want to know how everything works and how you can use it to your benefit.
You become a toddler next month. I'm not ready yet, although I know you are. You've been ready for a while. If it's okay with you though, I'll still think of you and call you my baby, even when you're 11 and ask me not to call you that in front of your friends. I love you little Miss. Thank you for being the wonderful little girl that you are.