I could sense Baby K walking into the kitchen one morning last week as I sat checking my email in the next room (the living room, that is). Things got WAY too quiet and within a minute she had used her counter-height eating chair to climb up on the counter and was STANDING on top of it.
THIS is what the 20-month old, 3rd child thinks is a great idea.
She was proudly holding the plastic jar of gummy vitamins and as I walked into the room and started to scold her, she smiled really big, raised them up above her little blond head and exclaimed, “Vi-amin, peas Mommy!?”
Who could deny that? She did get one after I got her down from the counter. I mean, she did say, “Peas” after all…
She’s talking a TON. And I love it when she says, “Dank you, Momma,” which she did after I gave her the vitamin.
I just love HER.
She’s completely, I mean COMPLETELY addicted to her paci. It’s like baby crack, yo.
She calls her oldest brother “Bem”. It’s SO crazy cute.
I’m still not sure what she calls her younger, older brother but she does call him.
She loves to dance when we turn on any kind of music and she absolutely, positively, LOVES to be outside, which at this point isn’t so great since it’s already blessed HOT outside.
Her hair is getting LONG and I just love to put clips in it and I wish she would let me do side pigtails more often but she plays with her hair too much and doesn’t keep them in. Sad face.
She’s kind of a “Mommy’s girl” right now but I’m okay with that since she’s my last baby and well, it will be all too soon that she’s hold up in her room listening to some kind of music that I can’t understand the words to, talking to her friends on the phone for hours on end.
So for now, I’m gonna eat it up. All of it.