Last Friday, my little girl came up to me, put her head on my lap, and said, “I love you.” Since that day, she’s said it to me every day. Sometimes she’ll put her hands on either side of my face, turn me towards her, and say, “I love you,” and kiss me. Nobody has taught her to do that so I don’t know where she picked it up, but it’s wonderful. It makes my day. I get up in the morning looking forward to hearing it.

A very happy baby at Baskin Robbins, where we went for ice cream last week. They had a super deal, 10 scoops per customer for 31 cents each … so I had 8 and she had 2. Soooo gooood. By the end, she had brain freeze but kept asking for more. It was also the day we painted her fingernails for the first time, sparkly purple like I used to. (Thanks to my cousin Christopher who cropped and doctored the pic for me.)

She’s also started repeating everything I say, which I’m enjoying for now, though I’m told it gets old after a few years. LOL. She likes to walk around the house nodding her head and saying, “I know, I know, I know.” But she gets that from her daddy. She also says, “Oh, man” most emphatically, something she learned from the pastor’s wife who watches her while I teach Latin a couple times a week.

Since the trip to Chicago, she’s been on a sort of potty strike and she’ll go if I take her but would not let me know when she needs to go and would always answer “No” very decidedly if I ever asked. A couple days ago, she started telling me again, which has been really nice. I was starting to wish I hadn’t tried EC because it didn’t seem worth it. She has been enjoying pottying and after peeing in the potty she does a little happy dance, stomping her feet, turning around in circles, clapping her hands, and telling herself, “Good girl, good girl.” Why is it I’m the only one who sees her cutest moments?

Here she is … very happy with daddy’s wireless keyboard.

Her molars have started coming through so she had her first iddy biddy bits of meat tonight. A chuck eye steak.