Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Climbing the stairs and other thoughts

Dear Socha,

Pretty much every day your Dad and I comment about how doggone cute you are.  Even when you're crying, you're cute - especially now that you've begun to raspberry when you cry.  We don't mean to laugh, but it's so funny!  We haven't filmed you doing this - yet - but we might have to just to show everyone how adorable it is.  We're ridiculously smitten with you, Socha.  We are slightly concerned that you're going to get a big head rather quickly with the number of photographs we take of you (in fact, you recognize the camera now and almost seem to pose when we pull it out) and with the number of people commenting about how adorable you are (including us!). 

Almost since we very first started dating, your Dad and I have had an evening tradition of sharing our favorite part of our day with each other.  Recently, practically every day has been, "the three of us hanging out together," or something to that effect.  You have grown into such a fun little girl.  We love to hear your laughter and your squeals of delight and your coos and the conversations you have with your toes.  You are the highlight to our days.

Today you were in a really good mood - we kept commenting to people at dinner about how happy you were being, and most everybody said you are always happy, which is almost always true in the dining hall (there was a night recently when you were NOT happy in the dining hall - I believe that was the last post I did).  But to us, you seemed extra happy tonight.  And when we got home after dinner you just kept being happy and playful.  It was great fun to just watch you zoom around the room and stop and sit up and look back at us to make sure we were watching you.

You are starting to figure out what "No!" means.  However, you aren't reacting the way we would hope you would.  For instance, when you start grabbing for power cords and we say "No!" in a stern voice, you continue to grab the cord, but you look back at us the instant you touch it and GRIN!  I'm sure you're too young and not developed mentally enough to be that mischievous already, but man, that grin sure makes you seem like a little imp!  I guess you're testing your boundaries.  So, the two things that are absolutely off limits to you are power cables (really cables of any kind) and plastic bags.  So, of course, you always want to go after said prohibited items.  Now that you're crawling so well, we simply can't take our eyes off of you.

The other thing we should probably not let you get into is paper - but how you LOVE paper.  You keep making a bee-line to the paper recycle bin in my office because we let you have at that paper a few times.  In fact, you seem to be so delighted by tearing paper to shreds that you have been kept occupied for half an hour at a time!  Witness the destruction:

 

The other thing you like to destroy is any sort of tower your Dad and I try to build out of toy blocks.  It's a pretty fun game to try to get the tower built before you start dismantling it.  Witness the destruction:


You also love to take things out of baskets.  It's pretty fun to watch you systematically take each individual burp cloth out of its basket and drop it on the floor, one by one, until the basket is empty.  Apparently baskets are not supposed to store anything in our house.

We've added bananas and acorn squash to your diet.  You're OK with bananas - not bananas over them or anything, and you liked the squash, but we think you might somehow be allergic to it.  You've been having you first episode of diaper rash since we started feeding you the squash.  Luckily it's not too bad - in fact, you hardly notice it, we just saw the redness.  And it has diminished since we stopped feeding you the squash.  So, possibly one food off the eating list for you.  Next up, carrots.

Finally, here are a couple of videos of you in motion.  The first actually corresponds to a post I did back in November: I'm so tired.




Then one of you climbing our stairs this evening.  I swear, you're just going to skip walking and start running when you figure out how to be on your feet!  Note the half-eaten huge piece of chocolate cake I am holding as I follow behind you.  That's been eaten now.


Thus ends my brain dump for the evening.

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