|She loves hamming it up for her brothers|
But instead I would love to tell you all about her. First of all, she decided last week that crawling is passe, and has almost exclusively switched to walking;
After nearly nine years of being a parent, I broke down last week and bought a baby hairbrush and comb for the first time ever. For years I've considered it periodically, and then generally opted to cut the boys' hair instead. Nine years as a parent, never owned a comb for my kids. True story.
The comb is handy for making PONYTAILS on the top of her head which really fulfills a dream of mine since childhood, of having a real baby girl with hair long enough for ponytails! It's more of a fountain on the top of her head at this point, but we are taking what we are getting, here. No photos of ponytails yet, but soon, I promise. The brush is handy for taming the spiky dragon hair that appears after her bath, and she loves to hold the brush and brush her own hair. Yesterday she brushed MY hair. Oh, how long I waited to have a daughter who would brush MY hair!!!
She also loves socks, and will bring me her sock and stick out her foot for me to put it on. She can also predict things, like the removal of socks or pant legs, and shift her weight or pull out her arms accordingly. She is remarkably resilient and often falls without fanfare and rights herself to keep on trucking.
The photo below was of a day when Brent put this scarf on her and she loved it so much he wasn't allowed to take it off. She thought she was the bees knees in it, and I daresay she was: