Twenty months!

Dear Kamelya Elya Moo,

At twenty months, you are hysterical and opinionated and amazingly smart and juuust a little exhausting. And sweet as can be.

There are so many things we want to remember about this time in our lives.

Your play is more imaginative all the time. You love to make your dolls dance and sleep and run and jump and fly and talk to each other and hug.

You have found a very special and very fun friend in Teta, who you started to love from day one.

You love kedis very much, and only because Anne and Daddy gave you lousy genes you're allergic and can't have one. But you play with them every chance you get.

You love to run and run in wide open spaces and make silly faces and run some more.

You love letters more and more every day, and you look for them and read them out loud wherever we go.

You get into mischief. And although you're sleeping better than ever before, you know better than to let Anne get a full night's sleep every night. You have to keep her on her toes, after all.

Boy do you make us laugh.

You do the silliest stuff.

You love colors and never tire of playing with them.

You love the playgound. And Kosovo. And Daddy. Who loves Turkey.

You love fish! We wish we lived in a seaside town and could feed it to you all the time.

And sometimes you eat other stuff. Mostly Os.

 This is Daddy's favorite part of every day: books before bed. These days you choose some books, and you have Elmo choose some others. Then you have a bottle and nurse a little and then Daddy sings you to sleep. Your favorite is C is for Cookie. 

You're awesome.

And cute.

And funny.

And we love you! 

Love,

Mama and Daddy