Monday, February 23, 2009

Chloe is Twenty-three Months Old!

Chloe, if you're reading this in ten years, I want to apologize for combining your twenty-two and twenty-three month posts. I'm sorry that I let my life get so crazy that I don't take the time to keep up with this blog. I promise that I don't love you any less, my sweet bug! I watch you get older with each passing day and my heart aches. I want you to stay little and by my side, but it's just not to be. You're going to grow up and leave home, because that's just how life works.

I love how you're replacing your L sounds with W sounds. You're saying "wips," "wap," and "wove." You start every other sentence with, "How about...." or "Well..." You love Mickey Mouse and you call him "Gaga" even though you can repeat pretty much any word we say. I get so many comments from people on how well you're speaking at your age, how your vocabulary is so advanced for a not-quite two-year-old. I wish that I could take the credit, but you're doing it all on your own.

You run to your daddy's arms the minute he comes home from work. You love to sit on his lap and watch Boots from Dora the Explorer. You would eat booberries with every meal and love Popsicles and pancakes, and pruit snacks, especially the Dora and Nemo ones. You're still in your crib even though the toddler bed is set up in your room. I just can't bring myself to move you from that baby bed, even though you think you're as old as your big brother.

You love to play with the Doodle Pro. You're constantly asking someone to trace your hand or "peet." It's so cute! You always ask Daddy to draw a train, and he's getting really good at it! It has become his signature drawing.

You can name your shapes (heart, diamond, square, circle, oval) and we're working on colors and letters. Everything is green, or an "A" or an "H." You're starting to say your name, but mostly you answer, "Me" when I ask you your name.

You're starting to assert your independence by buckling your own car seat. You're taking off your socks and shoes in the car, over and over, and over. It's a game that never seems to get old.

You like to look through all of your bows and choose which ones your want in your hair, but you don't keep any of them in place for any length of time. It takes me forever to fix your hair, but only a second for you to undo what I've done. You already have such a mind of your own. You amaze me more with each passing day.

"Cheese!"





*Scroll down to 01/23/09 to see her twenty-two month pictures.*

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