Frankly, I'm a bit intimidated.
Last week I told her daycare provider to let me know if she was more fussy than usual as I was supplementing a lot of frozen milk in her diet. Fran, her teacher, said, "Oh, honey, don't you worry - oh, she'll let us know! She is not one to hide her opinion on anything." And then a few days later: "We put Annie in the exersaucer and she just sat there with her head held high like she owned the room!"
Matt and I are scared. And tickled.
It's a privilege to watch this spitfire grow-up. To date, she can:
- Raise her eyebrow in a look that can only be interpreted as, "You gotta be kidding me" or "I said I wanted the boob five minutes ago - what? Do I have to ask again?"
- Screech like a raptor
- Have lovers quarrels with her stuffed peacock, Jacques
- Grab necklaces off my neck seemingly saying, "You know this would look much better on me."
- Wiggle out of her swaddle wrap Houdini-style
- Giggle (only when something is up to her brand of humor, mind you)
- And burst into big, gummy smiles when she spots you from her crib in the morning
In all seriousness, she's wonderful little person to have around. Annie is delightful (well...on the weekends), sleeps through the nights, and keeps dazzling us with the silliest of things. We're smitten.
Happy third of a year, kiddo!
|Sizing me up over dinner.|