Our peanut turned nine months old yesterday.
NINE MONTHS, people.
And yes, I affectionately call her peanut. Or stinky. Those are her two nick-names. Why? Because when she was born =, she was a mere 5 lbs. 1 oz. – barely larger than a peanut. Plus, sometimes she smells like poo-poo.
Thus, the nick-names.
Princess? No.
Angel? No.
Stinky. And peanut.
This is what peanut used to look like:
So sweet. So wittle. So pwecious.
Now, she looks like this:
She weighs a million pounds, eats anything you feed her, pulls herself up on things, and has four(ish) teeth.
And even though I didn't think it was humanly possible, I love her more and more each day.
That being said, I would like to declare a fact.
Tye
Your “FACT” made me cry… THANKS. I BET IT IS.
Tye
Your “FACT” made me cry… THANKS. I BET IT IS.
Anonymous
We also called Mila “stinky” for the first two years of her life. Our entire family kind of forgot her real name. Now we just call her “stink” most of the time 🙂
Anonymous
We also called Mila “stinky” for the first two years of her life. Our entire family kind of forgot her real name. Now we just call her “stink” most of the time 🙂