I just tucked you bed. Daddy is working late and so it was just us for bedtime. Typically Daddy handles the bedtime ritual but I had many thankful moments tonight that it was my turn. You are all about saying, "Mommy, I have ___ more minutes," and that number is normally 2. In your sweet little mind 2 minutes is an eternity. We brush your teeth, which by the way you are obsessed with. You ask me to do it at least 5 other times a day, other than our typical when you wake up and before you go to bed. Tonight you climbed your way onto the counter all by yourself like a little monkey and then proceeded to watch yourself in the mirror. I accidentally shut the vanity door on your finger, not hard no worries, and you just giggled as if it was the funniest thing ever. Your giggle box was turned over for sure because we spent the next 5 minutes just giggling at each other and nothing was even funny. I wish I could have frozen time in that instant... I realize how quickly you are growing and how soon you will think that I am so not funny. I love every minute like that when you are so happy to be alive and take pleasure in the simple things of brushing your teeth standing on top of the bathroom counter, laughing at your Mommy.