(With regard to the Slurpee, she may have liked it too much. She was extremely possessive.)
So, in order to better remember this rather fleeting and hauntingly beautiful existence, here are some cute things that my baby girl has been doing lately,
or "Klairisms" as I like to call them.
or "Klairisms" as I like to call them.
Speaking of sleeping, she is especially mischievous at bed time. After her nightly story and a family prayer, I hold her in her rocker, sing to her, and play with her hair until she falls asleep. Lately, when she's not ready to surrender to bed time, her little head will pop off of my shoulder. At this point I know it's coming. She'll stare at me, and if I give in and look at her she'll smile and kiss attack me. I'm barraged with kiss after kiss after kiss. Often, she'll lift her head and press her chin or neck against my lips, leaving me no choice but to kiss them too. If this doesn't make me laugh, she goes for round two. Next up: she commences funny noises. And, if necessary, she'll tickle me. The combination of the kisses, silly noises, and tickling is too much. My devious child knows exactly what she's doing. I can only hold it in for so long before I end up laughing. Once I start, she copies my laugh. Naturally, this makes me laugh more... I'm only human. Before I know it we're having a giggle-fest. Wake time is prolonged, and she gets exactly what she was aiming for.
Her 4th molar finally came in. I can't emphasize the word finally enough. I knew that molars would be tricky, but no one warned me it could take months of pestering before finally making an appearance. The poor girl has had a rough go of it, but I think we're finally starting to see the light. And, just in time for spring! The warm weather brings with it lots of promises--reduced sicknesses and warm, sunny days being my personal favorites.
She is running these days. She made her mind up to start walking, and almost immediately after she took off. She moves so quickly, I actually have to exert some effort to keep up with the little tyke. She especially loves to speed up when she's headed toward something forbidden (like the dog food) and I object to her plans. She'll typically look at me, smile, and take off at a full sprint towards her naughty destination. Thank goodness she's so adorable. Little stinker.
She is in love with her books. They are her prized possessions, and she prefers to pass the day away reading them and being read to. Just today she wandered off and I found her in her in the corner of her bedroom, leaning against the wall, independently (and intently) looking at one of her books. There were plenty of times I thought maybe we were crazy in our efforts to read to her while she was in the womb and in establishing a bedtime story from the day we brought her home. I'm so grateful now. It seems that our diligence in reading with her has paid off.
We've cultivated within her a love for reading and learning, and now we just have to continue to nourish it and watch her grow. My teacher self is jumping for joy.
In this photo she brought me four applesauces. Do you think she was trying to tell me something?
She understands so much of what we say, and I'm just beginning to scratch the surface of her ability to comprehend. The other day I couldn't find my phone. In a moment of frustration I jokingly asked her "Klair, where is Mama's phone!?" She put her book down, looked at me, puckered her lips (I've since discovered that the lip pucker is her thinking-face) and said "oooh, hmmmm." She then proceeded to look around the living room, checking the furniture. Amazed, I just watched her search. At one point she looked up at me, and babbled in Klairinese. I responded, "I know I just had it! Where could it be?" She shrugged her shoulders, and continued looking. When we found it behind the couch pillow, she pointed to it, gave me a few lines in her little language, and went back to her book. Tonight I told my sister and her husband, Jake, about this experience. We decided to test her. We asked her wear Jake's shoes were. She immediately threw her hands up in a shrug that said "I don't know," puckered her lips, and started looking. And she found them! She went right to his boots by their back door, pointed, and said "der" (meaning "there"). She's brilliant. I know all moms say that about their kids, but I'm convinced she's really a genius.
This is her thinking face.
These photos are from the same day at Scheels. She was extremely enamored with the fish.
These three pictures perfectly capture her infamous use of the word "wow."
This particular photo is the result of me leaving my purse unzipped and in a location that she could reach it... I learned my lesson.
It was everywhere.
She looks pretty pleased with herself.
The. End. of. the. World.
She's a stair master. She climbs up and slides down on her belly with ease. She also climbs onto and off of the furniture frequently, and it's almost surreal to see my
She's a shoe girl. During dance class she likes to try and put on all the other girls' shoes. Whenever I put shoes on her feet, they come off and she attempts to put them back on herself. And, occasionally, I find her trying to wear our shoes.
She looks good in Sam's boots. (This photo also illustrates her long-standing habit of getting into my jewelry box. I can't even keep most of my jewelry in it for fear of it getting lost or destroyed.)
Overall, I have to say that I love this age.
She is too much fun!
I'm excited for all of the adventures ahead.