This weekend I caught myself telling someone that Phoebe was "almost two." It caught me off guard. It's true, of course, and it's much more precise than just saying she's "one," but I was still surprised to hear it coming out of my mouth. Almost two! My baby!
The truth is, I'm only the teensiest bit nostalgic for her babyhood. I love the age she's at now.
When I come home from work she runs to me and says, "Mommm-ie!" with a huge smile, and when I pick her up she wraps her arms tightly around my neck. This greeting almost makes going to work worth it.
She can count to ten -- "Wan. Two. Free. Four. Fize. Sik. Senen. Eat. Nahn. Ten!" But if she hears someone else counting, she'll hide her eyes, then say, "Here I come! Where are you?"
She loves her baby dolls. She carries them around, she hugs them, she feeds them "juice." If she drops a doll, she picks it up and says, "I sowee! Okay?" She also says "I sowee!" whenever she hurts herself.
She can sing Twinkle Twinkle, The Wheels on the Bus, and Happy Birthday.
She's very precise in her commands. If I'm blocking her way, she'll say, "Push!" If she wants me to come with her, she'll say, "Walk!" If she wants something out of reach, she'll say, "I touch that!" If she wants to be picked up, she'll say, "Carry me!" We also hear a lot of "Stop!" if Mallory is in her vicinity. She will often congratulate herself for following the commands of others -- e.g., if I tell her to sit down in her highchair, she'll do it and then say, "Good girl!"
Her favorite movie is "Lellow," aka Stuart Little.
She loves lollipops (pop-pops), cucumbers (which she calls celery), tomatoes, and French fries. In fact the instant we walked into a restaurant last Saturday night she said, "Yay! Fries!" (Unfortunately it was a Tex-Mex place so she had to settle for chips.)
When Chris tells her goodnight, she blows him two kisses. Every night, it's two kisses.
She is very attached to a wool hat that my mother-in-law knitted. Whenever she sees it she happily yells, "Hat!" and wears it around for a while. Even when it's really hot, or her hair is wet from her bath, or at other times that you wouldn't think would be conducive to wool-hat-wearing.
She also occasionally uses a pacifier, which she calls her "mouse," a mispronunciation for mouth.
She likes to recite the names of her Parent's Morning Out friends: "Gabi...and Joffie (Jeffrey) and Nenna (Sienna)..."
She doesn't much like to be cuddled. She's very stubborn. She has the funniest laugh I've ever heard. She's almost two.
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