She's such a sweet little thing.
She's not very cuddly. If she is, something is wrong. She falls and bumps her head. So she cries for about 30 seconds while you hold her with all the TLC you can muster. Then she's all set. And she has no idea why you're still holding her.
She's been getting better at dancing and following along with the clapping patterns of little Einsteins.
Her dancing moves are more sophisticated. Also, expects you to repeat her moves.
She has been pulling the shy girl thing now. She goes to people and smiles at them. But when they address her, she runs and hides under my legs.
At church I never really know where she is. This Sunday she was around the big kids who were playing catch. It won't be long and she'll be running after them.
And she likes to climb. She's climbed the hearth, the coffee table and as many stairs as she can find.
She loves this game of teasing dad and running back to mom.
She loves to walk, but still loses her balance.
She's learning to listen to books. But we don't read enough.
We bought a robot vacuum we call Rosie. She's scared of Rosie and does a tiny run to me when Rosie moves away.
She's been getting a little better at feeding herself, but still makes more of a mess than actual eating.
She's doing a lot of blabbering that sounds like talking.