Dear Delilah...

Dear Delilah,

Holy cow, you are a wild child!!!! I had no idea that it was possible to find your own kid so entertaining, but you take the cake.  Currently, your favorite thing to do is twirl in circles while singing “Let it go” and pretending to be Queen Elsa from Frozen. Of course, you then decide you want to be Princess Anna, and tell me that “Elsa is dead!”.  I have no idea where you get these things.

Your little personality is just hysterical. You are so black and white when it comes to how things should be. If a light is usually on, and one day it happens to be off, your world tilts off its axis and nothing will ever be right again, until the light is fixed. You are in a question asking phase. I swear, daddy and I answer 8,765,034,924 questions a day. The really irritating ones are ones we just answered 6 seconds before. Your favorite question to ask is “why do those boats not in the harbor?” and daddy or I will say “Because they are getting worked on”, and then 2 seconds later you ask why the boats aren’t’ in the harbor again.

You also don’t want to have stories read to you at night. You want Daddy or I to tell you a story. Last night you learned about when Nana took Mom fishing and I kissed all the fish before letting them go. You thought that part was the best. I’m not sure what stories Daddy tells you, but I am sure they are going to give you bad ideas.

You have also discovered Knock-knock Jokes. This is extra entertaining, because you don’t seem to understand how they work or what an actual punchline is. For example, here is how a normal exchange will go between the two of us…

Delilah: “Knock-knock, who’s there”

Mom: “No, I say ‘Who’s there’.”

Delilah: Knock-knock, who’s there.”

Mom: “No, I say…. Oh forget it. Who’s there?”

Delilah: “Banana”

Mom: “Banana Who?”

Delilah: “Banana living in a tree house!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

So, as you can see, I spend a lot of time staring at you blankly, trying to figure out what the hell you are talking about. Don’t even get me started on when you try to tell me a story.

We also just took you to The Cabin for the first time this last weekend and you loved it. You ran and ran, built castles, twirled, sang songs, rode in the boat, saw a whale, blew bubbles, roasted marshmallows, and had one hell of a time with the outhouse. Dad and I think Grandpa really enjoyed having you out there with him too. When we got back to town, the first thing you said was “When are we going back?”. I swear, that made your father’s day. He wants you to love the cabin just as much as he does. I remember all of the wonderful times I had at GG and Grandfather’s lake house when I was a little girl, and I want you to have a place and memories like that too. 

I love you more than Naps and Dean Winchester