...And a whole lot of kissing! Kiss the baby, kiss Dewey, fish kisses, blowing kisses, kissing bumps and bruises, kissing Dewey, kiss Daddy, kiss Mommy, kiss the birdies (teet, teet), kiss the picture of Poppy on the blanket that Great-Grandma made for you, kiss Dewey. Did I mention kiss Dewey.
16 months old this week and a whole lot of kissing! What lucky parents we are to be around so much love. Even when she says "no" we still get the kiss. For now no is just another sound that she's heard around town but it doesn't have meaning--yet. Dewey is coping well with all the affection but spends most of him time out of reach again.
At 16 months Ella is truly a pleasure to be with. A true, undeniable pleasure. Today, she played with Dewey's food for 30 minutes. I know that's gross, but the 16 month accomplishment is that she didn't once put a piece in her mouth.
She lies down for a new diaper without being asked and sometime she's learned to tell us what to expect--"I just peed!"
In an intensely not monumental way, she had her first haircut on Saturday. Mom and Grammie were getting fancy haircuts and we had her cut Ella's bangs. Better than me doing it.
She's improved her walking to be able to skip and her talking now includes sentences for all to understand--"I just peed," "Up, please, daddy," etc.
Happy 16 months, big baby bean! Hugs and KISSES!
Happy 16 months, big baby bean! Hugs and KISSES!
Pensive. Beautiful. And check out those fresh bangs!