Feb. 29, 2012
You crawl faster by the second.
You love the stairs. Love, actually, is an understatement.
You finally nap!
You love to pet Lucy.
You occasionally say, "Uh oh!"
You love your blanket.
You copy your brother, particularly when it comes to screaming and spitting (or acting like an elephant).
You eat and eat and eat; you put your brother to shame.
You like to crawl up my leg...or anyone's.
You take little excursions around the house just checking things out.
You love to play on my bed.
You sit in your high chair and just giggle at anyone who will look at you.
You love to practice smiling.
You have molars (3.10.12): hardly even fussed.
You've been nicknamed "Busy Lizzy."
You're showing more interest in books and being read to.
You love to play in your brother's room.
The dirt and grass don't bother you a bit.
You get all squinty-eyed when the wind blows and when you smile.
You're giggly (finally!).
You love to be chased up the stairs.
Bath time is like Christmas. Still.
I love you, I love you, I love you.