At nearly 8 months, Lola has already reached many important milestones.
First smile? Check.
First words? Check.
First roll? Check.
First tooth? Check.
First tumble? Check.
First plane ride? Check.
First road trip? Check.
First solid poop? Check.
Well, I'm less than thrilled to announce she can check another milestone off her list.
It all started with an impromptu photo shoot (you know how much I love impromptu photo shoots) the day after we returned from our trip. She knows the drill -- bath, cute outfit, green couch, no binky, smile for a few minutes until something else catches her eye, in this case, her shoes.
We both grew tired of the "Look over here!" "Gootchy Goo" "Lola! Lola! Lola!" battle and the girl launched into her naptime grump. I scooped her up off the couch, grabbed her bottle and headed for her room.
That's when it happened.
A slap to the cheek. A scratch to the nose. And, the clincher:
"NO, NO, NO!"
Just to clarify, the aforementioned actions were all Lola's, not mine. You can stop dialing 911 now.
That's right people, my kid told me no.
When I told Reece about it that night, he laughed so hard I thought he would cry. The funny thing is, he didn't seem surprised one bit. After a bit of pressing, I got him to admit he had been fine-tuning the "no, no, no" with Lola while I've been slaving away in the newsroom.
I have a feeling he is going to regret his self-proclaimed cleverness once Lola reaches junior high.
And so begins life with a little girl...