We wake up early (sometimes earlier than we'd like) and head to our respective sippy cups--hers filled with milk and our mugs with hot coffee. Putting off turning on the TV as long as possible, we hit the puzzles and books.
Play-Dough is a big hit around here lately. She mostly wants me to make balls, people, and lately...ghosts. Families of ghosts. Everything comes in a family to her right now--a group of pumpkins is a mommy, daddy, and a "Ta Ta," (her name for herself courtesy of our friend Joey) same for a bunch of balloons or a pile of cookies. She sizes them up and decides who is who.
She's getting into her dollhouse more, putting the little people in different places and telling me what they're doing...mostly sleeping, which is hilarious because she's been doing a bit more of that lately herself (thank the heavens).
She's getting into everything.
Learning how things go...
Finding little bits of magic in the park...
And enjoying life as a city kid.
And did I mention the friends?
We're a month away from this being two years with her, and I don't think it's ever been better. I say this at the risk of us rounding a corner when that ominous "two" label creeps up on us, but whatever. We were sleepless and cranky just a couple weeks ago, but these phases pass quickly as I'm sure this gentle sweet one will too. I'm trying not to think about it, and stockpiling coffee in the meantime. We're here, we're now, and we're happy.
