And judging my the amount of half-nakedness, I would say she had a great day!
Kayla, my piping skillz are coming along nicely, wouldn’t you say? There are some gems there in the bottom left corner…Hardy har har. Maybe I need something better than a ziplock bag with the corner cut off…
“Where do you want to go, Lu?”
Happy Birthday Lulu Bell,
There are so many things I want to remember about this time of your life. Here are a few:
–The way you speak. Just this morning you said “Hewoh Storey”: Hello Corey, and it made Cor light up in a way that only an adorable niece can.
-Your incredible spunk. “No” is also a favorite word of yours, but generally you say it with an impish grin and run to tackle-hug me before I even start to count to 3. “Saw saw Mama, saw saw”: Sorry Mom, sorry.
-Your tenderness. When Mo is in trouble, you run to the time out spot with her, saying “Saw saw Momo, saw saw!” trying to hug away her angry tears. You lay (usually) gently next to your Baby Brother, stroking his arm “Dom Dom…”
-Your concern. “Uh oh! Bubble, side! Bubble side! Bubble side!” Yes, love, we know Bubble escaped outside. “Yeah”
-The way you move. Clomp, clomp, clomp. I’ve heard it described several ways: intentional, baby-rugby-player, swagger… You move with a purpose, and often you lean slightly forward and let your shoulders lead the rest of your body. You might just end up with Auntie Jessie’s swimmer’s physique.
-The way you need me, and hold me accountable. “Mama, up. Up. UP!” as I’m distractedly perusing something worthless online. “Just a second love…” You take my hand or push my legs,”No! Mama, up! Up! Sit!” No mom, you say, pick me up now. Hold me. Sit with me and love me. I won’t be two for forever. I won’t need you to cuddle me forever. But right now I do. Right now I have my Abba (binki) and my blankie and there’s nothing else I want more in the whole world than for you to just cuddle me.
It’s hard to argue with that. And you know what?
I don’t really want to.