I could literally go on and on forever about Farrah right now.

My favorite thing to see her do is stand on her tippy toes. I don't know why, but it warms my heart so much. When she's washing her face or brushing her teeth mainly, she stands on her tippy toes the whole time and she's so big yet so very little all at the same time.
I love that she crawls into my bed nearly early morning sometime between 3:00-4:00am (and I also love it a little bit on nights she stays in her bed all night long, ha).
Some days I just go with the flow and try to be kind and teach kindness. And some days my heart aches with the way she is growing up. I absolutely LOVE how great and perfectly she handles drop-off at daycare now. It's no big thing at all. There were several changes and somehow, the combination of them made things easier for Farrah. We have a much shorter drive there, Augusta is also there with her, and she's one of the first to be picked up. I am in awe of how our little tiny children are put into such big situations like daycare, and then kindergarten. I am really so proud of them all.

My favorite thing to see her do is stand on her tippy toes. I don't know why, but it warms my heart so much. When she's washing her face or brushing her teeth mainly, she stands on her tippy toes the whole time and she's so big yet so very little all at the same time.
I love that she crawls into my bed nearly early morning sometime between 3:00-4:00am (and I also love it a little bit on nights she stays in her bed all night long, ha).
Some days I just go with the flow and try to be kind and teach kindness. And some days my heart aches with the way she is growing up. I absolutely LOVE how great and perfectly she handles drop-off at daycare now. It's no big thing at all. There were several changes and somehow, the combination of them made things easier for Farrah. We have a much shorter drive there, Augusta is also there with her, and she's one of the first to be picked up. I am in awe of how our little tiny children are put into such big situations like daycare, and then kindergarten. I am really so proud of them all.
Some things I want her to stop saying:
McDonald's - old McDonald's
Fly swagger - fly swapper
Twizzlers - Twiddles
Oatmeal cream pies - oatcream pies
Carousel - Carlasel
Accidentally - actually dently
She got a big girl (twin size) bed this past month. We got a full size bed from Aunt Jean for Kylie, and so Farrah got Kylie's old bed. Farrah loves it and so do I - I can sit or lay down next to her instead of having to kneel on the floor, and she looks so big in it!
Farrah learned (from daycare) how to pump her legs and swing herself on the swing! She was practicing one day at home and said, "Willa look at me! I'm on the big girl swing. Oops, I forgot to pump. Mommy, you pump sometimes. You pump milk out of your boobies. Willa, look at me, I'm pumping my legs."
Farrah truly loves and adores Augusta. She cannot wait for her to be big enough to play with her! She is always saying, "I love my baby sister." She calls her Augusty Poo. She always asks to hold her. Her face lights up and she gasps in delight when she sees that Augusta has awoken. She talks to her in a sweet high voice, tickles her often, and even lets her hold her Lambie. The most adorable thing lately is how Augusta will bust out cackle laughing at Farrah. Oh my heart. 💗
One night before bed, she told me that I am a good mommy. I asked her what makes me a good mommy and said said, "You let me watch my Nabi at supper tonight since nobody was eating with me. You always let me watch your phone. You let me sleep a few more minutes. You let me get into my car seat by myself. You let me wash my face. You let me pick out three books all by myself." She still asks if she can do every little thing, and I see such excitement in her face when I tell her yes to even the most simple things like washing her face before bed and dumping out her box of toys.
The world, and especially our world, is a much better place with Farrah Oakley in it!



















































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