our girl is funny, funny, funny.
case in point:
she shuts herself in her closet. like completely dark…and pulls both doors shut until they “click.” and she’s not scared. she buries herself into layers of hanging clothes and yells for me to come find her. …and i open the door to find a pair of legs just hanging out under all these clothes…and then a little hand…and a sliver of a smile…and a beaming little face…and then she’s all “RAAAAARRRR!” …and i guess i just thought they didn’t do that kind of cute stuff until they were four or five. so, i’m pleasantly surprised.
she is dripping personality these days. there’s not enough paper towel in the world to sop it up.
…and these posts just seem to keep coming back to this great big part of my life right now. she’s the cream that rises to the top these days and despite all the tangents that make me happy, i would throw them all away if i had to.
and my favorites these past days:
~she finally learned to bend her arms all upturned and cock her head to the side and make this cute little “i don’t know” noise when you ask her something. it’s the i-don’t-know face, and it’s always been one of my favorite baby things. looked forward to it since day one.
~she “gets” time-out. just a little here and there, but if it’s bad enough–a fit, a blood-curdling scream–we quietly and calmly tell her she needs to go sit in her chair and pull herself together. and she immediately quits fitting/screaming and smiles like “oh, i know this…i have a job to do”…and runs to her chair and sits. quietly. and smiles. and the fit’s over. and it doesn’t really make any sense at all, but it works. distraction. and she likes it and i like it and…we’ll just see how it goes.
~she puts toys away. really good. and she knows where everything goes in her kitchen…and puts it right back. and i can give her anything–clothes, diapers, toys, books–and ask her to please put them away, and i watch, in awe, as she takes them right to their spot.
~about twenty times throughout the day she randomly stops what she’s doing, runs like heck to me and holds her arms up. and i say “awwww….does da baby need some luvins?” and she smiles. and i pick her up, kiss/nuzzle/whisper/love the bejesus out of her…and then she shimmies back down and runs to play. and it leaves me numb for about a minute every time. just paralyzed with love. wheelchair, anyone?
…just needed to spew some love tonight. there. all better.