Anything for your laugh

Oh Ninnies, Mommy would do anything to hear you laugh.  My favorite time with you right now is when I'm putting you to sleep and you lay on my chest.  If you lean on one should or the other, I can tickle your neck with kisses and get giggle.  If I put my hair in your face, I get a laugh that shows your teeth.  If I blow on your tummy, I can get a squeal.  If I let you splash in the tub, you bounce your entire torso with a belly laugh.  If I  throw a blanket over your face and pull it away, you give me more of a smiley coo.

I'm still working on a big, continuous laugh instead of the small ones you dole out right now.

Walking

Lily Kate, You have gone from a wobbly-penguin to a drunk!  You don't waddle as much but you still weave around.  Your head has hit more furniture and walls in the past week than I thought possible.  Yet, you are TOUGH.  You get that from your Daddy.  Gabby tells stories about Daddy getting hurt but not making a sound and you are the same way.  I try not to jump when you bowl yourself over.  You just right yourself and get along your merry way.  You tumbled down the stairs the other day and I caught you on the second-to-last step.  You rolled head over bottom and came to a sitting position as I caught you on that step and thought you were a seasoned acrobat.  You smiled, turned your hiny around and went right back to climbing.  You don't understand "No" but totally respond if I spank your hand with a spoon.  Your fire engine cry can be heard around the entire neighborhood if we get between you and something you want.

You are your DADDY!  And I love you to the ends of myself.

Mish Mash

Mommy has a few things to write you about this morning:

First Day of School: Your first day of school was Tuesday. You were such a big girl: no tears or even a whimper.  You looked like a million bucks and I'm sure you melted your teachers' hearts.  You melted mine when you were happy to see me when I picked you up.

Pierced Ears: We pierced your ears.  It was so hard to hold you still and broke my heart to hear you cry.  You cracked me up grabbing for the sucker that consoled you afterwards.  Daddy doesn't like your earrings. He thinks they make you look too old. I love them.

Walking:  You step, step, step and launch yourself.  We are up to about six steps right now before you decide to crawl. You crawl SO FAST!  I love your laughing giggle when you walk and your wobbly legs.

Bathtub Time: Um...you have discovered that Ace has a toy that you do not and you are quite obsessed with getting it from him.  Luckily, your brother loves you and hasn't hit you for your attempts.  You both just laugh wildly and run from/ after each other until I can get undies on him.  I shouldn't laugh or record this but Mommy forgets things and I never want to forget how hard you make me laugh.

I love you Lillies.

Little Lily

Oh sweet Lily! I just caught you standing in your play pen, holding & swinging your baby doll, talking and smiling up a storm.  You are just the sweetest.

My Little Fire Engine

Lillies, Everyday you give me something new to laugh at.  You have taught me how to squeal in delight.  I shouldn't laugh at how you cry but you are making this very difficult. You do the most perfect impersonation of a fire engine that I've ever heard.  Your cry starts off low and builds to a crescendo that sounds exactly like a fire engine sounding its siren.  Typically, you sound your siren when you are ready to get out of your crib.  You reserve your silent cry for bumps and bruises and a half-laugh/ half-cry for sleepiness. 

I love you cries and I love you.

Scrunchie Face

Looking back through my letters to you, I realized that I hadn't written one on your "scrunchie face."  Unbelievable because it's my most favorite thing in the WHOLE world.  You started making this face while you were eating at the table. It looked like you really hated what I was feeding you but you would make the face even when drinking your water.  Now, all I have to say is "scrunchie face" and you screw up your little nose and close your eyes.  Sometimes Mommy has to make the face first before you'll do it.  I don't even care how silly I look as long and you make that precious face.  I love your little giggle and smile that comes afterward too.  At your birthday party, you made a speedy scrunchie face for everyone that was drop-dead funny.  It was like you didn't have time to make the full face.

I could go on and on.  I don't know that I've ever thought ANYTHING was as cute as this face you make. I love you!

Steps

Sissy, You have started taking steps.  I love when you PLOP down on your hiny like it's been hard work to make those few half-steps. I can tell that you are very proud of yourself. I think your enthusiasm causes you to fall more than any lack of balance.  I will miss your crazy crawling (where you don't touch your knees to the floor) when walking starts full-time.  This in-between is very entertaining. 

Have I mentioned that I LOVE your "scrunchie face" lately?  I'm rather obessessed with it.