As we live day to day with this sweet little girl, we get so into the moment that I fear we will forget some of the details of her burgeoning personality when she is older.Like...
how we love her current method of counting...1, 2, 4, 19, 20. The 19,20 is courtesy of the ending numbers of her time-outs. When we hit 20, she is free to go. The 1, 2, 4 is just the way she wants to say it. Even if we say 1, 2, 3, she counters with 1, 2, 4. Truly love the spunkiness.
how she reads so voraciously already and has begun reading to us. Our mutual love of wordless picture books and the sweetness I savor when we read The Story of a Mango and she talks about the Indian man's turban. The seeds of global understanding are being planted.
how she now pretends to take a walk to Chimacum with her hands behind her back like a grandpa on a Sunday stroll.
how she does this cute fake cry and then asks herself, "you ok?"
and how some nights,as we put her to sleep, she calls out in the darkness--'love you.' Yeah, that one we'll never forget.