Happy Baby Things That Go

I love my baby girl.

So let me describe her a bit right now, as she is.

Her favorite book right now is called "Happy Baby Things That Go". She's way into cars/trains/planes because of it.

Yesterday, we went to town lake and walked around. Every time a plane flew by (like every 2 minutes), she would look around, eyes all squinty until she found it, point to it, and then look at me with a big smile on her face.

When you say 'firetruck', she will ring an imaginary bell. 

Her favorite song is "Open, Shut Them". Or at least it was before I started using it as a way to cajole her out of crying. She doesn't stand for that. 

She gives great hugs. She gave me one this morning when I got her out of her bed. Then she promptly put her finger to her mouth and went "Shhh!" because she saw her baby doll lying nearby and for some reason she says "shhh" whenever its near.

She is fascinated with shoes.  Whenever she goes in my room with me, she picks some out and tries to get me to put them on. 

I don't understand anything she says besides "no", "go", and "dada". 

She likes letting her milk spill all over the place. I make her clean it up every time, but that doesn't seem to deter her from doing it again. 

She likes to sit on the side of the sink while I wash dishes. I am glad she likes doing that because it means she is distracted while I get them done. Unfortunately, one of her favorite things to do is splash me with water.  Sometimes she just runs her hand under the faucet and then wipes it off on my shirt. We both end up soaked.

She has absolutely no set mealtimes or sleep times. I keep thinking that this will happen magically but I guess I am supposed to facilitate that as a parent or something?

She still eats dirt. We spend a good half-hour out in the backyard on my days off and she likes to get a nice handful, look up at me, and then stuff it right in. Gross.

When I pull her out of her car seat, she often cries. I thought this was because she didn't want to go through all the rigamarole of getting back inside the house but I found out today that it is because she wants to sit in the front seat and touch all the buttons. That is usually what makes her upset... I am doing something, and she doesn't get to try. At dinner tonight, she was whining at my feet and when I finally had a chance to pick her up, all she wanted was to stir the pot.

When I start a sentence with "where", she opens her palms like she is asking 'where', too.

Her favorite thing at the library is the stairs.

She has bed head every single day.

She thinks that a kiss is when you blow your nose on someone's face.