If she gets any sweeter I just might burst

I had this small wound on one of my knuckles, and as most wounds do, it eventually scabbed over. One night after dinner, Blair pointed at it (meaning touched it) then leaned in to it with her mouth wide open. I was seriously afraid she was about to bite me, but she kissed it! You know, those good, juicy, wet toddler-type kisses.

She kissed it to make it better! I instantly became a puddle of goo in the floor.

It's extremely difficult for me to think this, let alone type it out for the world to see, but she's getting to be such a big girl. Not just in size, but in general. She's not really a baby anymore, but a toddler. I have a really hard time wrapping my brain around that. I'm sure it will get harder and harder the older she gets. But Brian and I are enjoying every second of it. We have such a sweet Boog!!