Sunday, November 14, 2010
Oh the socks and diaper look.
How I adore it.
My little girlfriend is 15 months old.
And my goodness, she's a fireball.
It would be an understatement to say this little person keeps me on my toes.
She has so much personality packed in that tiny body, sometimes I'm afraid she'll explode.
She's not afraid to say no.
She's not afraid to jump head first off the bed, the couch, the stairs...
She's not afraid to admit when she's stinky. When her own smell becomes unbearable, she waves her hands in front of her face with a disgusted look.
She's not afraid to speak her mind. While at dinner with Reece and his brothers last night, she pointed to a larger woman's robust belly and screamed "BABY!" (much to Reece's horror).
She's not afraid to put her parents in their place. Farm animals, particularly pigs, are always "mama." When dad asks for a kiss, she shakes her head while saying, "Caca! Caca!"
She's not afraid to be naked.
She's not afraid to laugh at herself.
She's not afraid to spit gross food out.
She's not afraid to pack it down when it tastes good. We handed her a little box of Milk Duds to keep her occupied on a late ride home, thinking it would make a good noise distraction. Within one minute, we heard a loud, resounding, "MMmmmmmmmmmm!" We removed a chocolate-covered baby from the car 10 minutes later.
Heavens, we love her.
Posted by Jessica and Reece at 10:56 PM