February 5, 2015

You stayed up and watched the Superbowl with us on Sunday (minus the halftime show, as that really wasn't fit for anybody to view!).

You've grown up so much in the last few months, little Blueberry of mine.A few months ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of letting you stay up that late, knowing that you would be a cranky mess the next day.

But you handled the experience beautifully. Playing nicely with your magnetic dolls and doing another doll's hair. You were bubbly and happy, and would cheer when we cheered, occasionally crying out, "Go 'Hawks!"

And of course you partook in the delicious food because, let's face it, the Superbowl is really just an excuse for a party with yummy food.

And this year, I didn't find any fingerprints in the brownies. Last year, I put the brownies out on the table, and came back a few minutes later to find you had carefully dipped a little finger into the center of each brownie square and was enjoying quite a little chocolatey feast.