My lovely little girl is 20 months and 3 days old.
She clearly (well, to me and joe at least) says, "where'd it go?", "peeease!", "what're you doing?", "i'll get it!", "high five!", and lots of other things in a high pitched squeaky voice that melts my heart each time I hear it.
When she gets up in the morning the first thing she does is put on her magenta high-heeled plastic
dress-up shoes.
She's a drama queen: one that begins
to flail her limbs fiercely, throw herself on the floor and shriek a
blood curdling scream for 3 - 5 seconds. Then gets up, (as if nothing
happened), points at the same balloon that she pointed at 6 - 7 seconds
ago and expects to get it this time. Uhm, no
little girl. It still
belongs to the same little boy that it belonged to 8 seconds ago. Nice try though.
Her hair is long enough for pig tails! Hopefully the new do will stop the voices: "you're little boy is so cute!" Of which I've never understand because the girl lives in pink.
She's been in daycare part-time for a month now and is doing wonderful! I'll even admit that my heart breaks a bit each time she'd rather stay than come home with me. But, I'm also so happy and absolutley relieved that the transition was smooth and easy. T's a natural adapter and makes her mama proud. Oh, and Susan (the daycare provider) does crafts with the kids and I have baby art from the LB. =) It's so exciting!!
stay tuned for part 2.
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