Things I'll miss...

When my kiss doesn't fix ouchies anymore.
Hearing Mama "fiss" it, no shanks, I need hold, I play snow, I need gotta go, I need wips, I need eyeshadow.
Watching her dance around the house in her tutu, gold sequin shoes, ballet socks and Elmo shirt.
Having her mimic every move I make. I drop the towel, she drops a towel, scratch my leg, she scratches her leg, I kiss James or give Daddy a hug, she does the same.
Her desire to plug in my pump or assemble the bottle for me, since she's "helping" Mama.