Time seems to fly. One day she was just a small bundle that fits exactly in the fold of my arms… Now she’s an overly energetic, overly curious, overly zealous, overly carefree 14-kilo toddler. My baby is now 20 months old. It feels great to be mom even if there’s always chaos when she wails and even if it looks like a tornado passed by the whole house everyday.
She likes making faces. Awfully cute and even if you’re overly irritated with her stubbornness, you can’t help but laugh when she pulls an innocent face on you.