Little Lady is quite a delight to be around these days. Let's dig deeper. Be warned--I'm about to MOMMY BLOG.
She LOVES dinosaurs.
She totally gets this from us. We both loved dinos as kids. She inherited my T-Rex set--a mamma and a baby. She loves the junky dinos from the Michaels dollar bin. Best $5 ever spent. I even bought her a black t-shirt meant for boys--I figure she can pull it off because I pair it with a bow, leggings, and a tutu. She used to scream in the bath....until we added a dino. Now she's content. When you see her, ask her what a dino says. She will ROAR at you.
She got her first legit smooch yesterday at Pizza Party. She stood up under a chair and bonked her head. Colin was very concerned, and came running over and hugged her...then leaned in for some sweet, sweet sugar. They full-on smooched for about 3 seconds before Beezie got shy, and ran off giggling and covering her eyes. Smooth one, Colin.
Little Lothario
She knows all of the basic animals sounds: cow, dog, cat, duck, dino, and owls. She loves fishies.
She loves to read. We tell her to choose a book, and then come sit in our laps. She loves having us read to her, as well as reading on her own.
She is obsessed with shoes. She says it's more like "choos." Already a Jimmy Choo fan! She collects shoes from throughout out the house, and "helpfully" brings them to us. We always have a pile in the living room. Every time we go to a friend's house, she raids their shoe basket.
She calls every man or boy "Dada!" This is especially embarrassing for teenage boys.
She knows most of her body parts. She is obsessed with belly buttons.
She is the messiest eater in the world.
She loves getting hand stamps at school and gym class.
She likes the short, fat, and round yogurt and ice-cream containers from her kitchen collection. She carries them around all day long, one in each hand.
She has good manners. Always says thank you, working on please.
She is a natural at sharing. She runs after kids trying to force feed them goldfish crackers.
She just discovered the toilet paper roll, and the magazine rack in the bathroom. Ugh.
She wakes up every morning asking for Dada. I tell her he's at work, and she says "go."
She loves Beyonce's Single Ladies, Kool and the Gang's Celebration, and Black Eyed Pea's Boom Boom Pow. She drops down low and shakes her butt. She knows the entire chorus of Single Ladies, and goes around singing "Oh, oh, oh...oh, oh, oh, oh..."
She waltzes with Lancer. They hold hands, and dance around the room, singing. Now when he asks her to dance, she grabs his hand and says "bum, bum, bum."
She squeals like it's Christmas when she sees Lancer come home from work.
She finally got the concept of magnets. She carries her little animal magnet set all over the house looking for places where they'll stick.
She has no idea she's a single child. She loves her friends, and knows a few names: Colin, Kai, Liza, Braden, and Sarah.
She always tries to yank the glasses off our faces.
She is a fast and steady walker. She can tear a** on her hands and knees if she really needs to speed things along.
She loves to play "gonna gitchu!"
She has incredible climbing skills. She can climb up and down from things with ease. In our gym class, people are always running over to try and catch her...then they realize she knows what she's doing when she drops off a ledge.
She can do a somersault, and will be starting a real gym class in March.
When she gets bored, she rolls around and kicks her legs in the air.
She rolls around and kicks her legs in the air at church.
She loves her preschool class.
She is saying two word phrases now. The first phrase was "that dino." The second was "cat--go!" when she saw a cat tear out of the bushes.
She likes to feed the goats at Happy Hollow
Her first (and last) three word phrase was "take it off!" when I had on a shower cap.
She has no fear, and goes down steep slides face first.
She loves the rides at the various amusement parks.
She can blink on command.
She loves to snuggle up in Papa's pocket and watch a short tv program. So far, she likes Yo Gabba Gabba and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She gets into it--clapping, dancing, and squealing.
She loves animals, especially dogs and cats.
She has a screeching, pterodactyl scream. It's unbecoming.
She doesn't mind getting dirty. When I empty the bath, there's a layer of silt left behind.
She's trying to figure out the water dispenser. She goes over with her various glasses and "fills" them up with water.
She hangs out in lancer's room when he practices his guitar. She sits on his guitar case, and strums along to the guitar when he lets her.
When she says no, she emphatically shakes her head back and forth.
She is still a great eater, napper, and sleeper.
She's a total social butterfly. She loves meeting new people, and being in the mix.
She is extremely funny. She's mastered the art of the fakeout. Oh, here, have a cracker. JUST KIDDING!
She is a total Daddy's girl. She rarely calls out for me.
But she loves me. I know because she snuggles up and says "love ya!"
At one point, B felt sleepy, and laid down on the ground. But not before licking the concrete. Sick.
We walked along the Embarcadero, and then made out way down to Gott's for some fancy grub.
I also found the world's best white elephant gift for this annual party. I present to you....The Dollottoman!
