That's Sylvie. With a shiner. Poor honey bumped her cheekbone on the side of the tub a few days ago. I tried to tell her that there is "no standing in the bathtub," but she's proving to be a little opinionated these days, so... she growled her sweet little growl at me, I turned for her towel, and then slip, smack, splash. A black eye.
In other news, her top front teeth finally cut through this week. So, with only two teeth on the bottom and two top molars starting to make their way through, our 12-month old still has a lot of teeth making to do.
Other milestones? Lots of "dada" these days, no "mama." Lots of stair climbing and crawling. No walking. (But it won't be long.) She loves to wrestle and tickle and belly laugh and dance with her sisters. She's full of life, energy and sweetness. And we love her, black eyes, growls, and all.
This is Claire. Smiling for the camera. Oh... this little 20-some pound package of life just warms my soul. What a honey. Look at her... crossed arms, tilted head, squinty eyes, wispy mullet, pig tattoo. I mean, you can't script this. You can't stage it. This is Claire. And I always love to see what she's going to do or say next.
She has three new words in her vocabulary this week. They are pretending, frustrated, and definitely. All words she learned from her big sister. It's priceless to see this little body say these three and four syllable words. And then the other day, while playing in her room, she says to me, "Mom. I'm doctor. You... bad guy." With a crinkle in her nose and her little confident smile. Count me in. I'm bad guy.
She is smart and funny and sensitive. She soaks up every ounce of love she's shown. And, man, do I love this girl. Some of my favorite moments in life these days are when I'm snuggling with my Elise. And after a pretty impressive growth spurt this summer (I think she gained at least five pounds), it's becoming more and more clear that this little girl is growing up! I'll hold her on my lap as much as I can, as often as she likes. Legs dangling. Long arms wrapped around me.
Somebody - please! - buy me a freeze gun! I want to freeze my little blondies in time. Thankful for who they are and who they will become and trying to enjoy every minute. I don't always enjoy every minute, I admit. But even in the tough moments, I'm trying. Because I've been told a million times by other mom's now in a different season to "enjoy this time! 'Cause they grow up too fast!"
Indeed.


