She's as talkative as can be. She never stops talking from the moment she wakes up till the moment she goes to sleep. The days she doesn't nap, I wind up with a pounding headache from the constant noise. She sings the Daniel Tiger theme song, counts to ten, and she's getting really good at her ABCs. Her vocabulary is what got me through the stressful months of waiting for her to crawl and walk. I figured I'd much rather her be verbal than mobile. She wants to go say hi to everything. "Mama, I go say hi truck? HI TRUCK. HI TREE. HI KITTY CAT." Everywhere we go, she points to the sky or a building and says "It's Pooh Bear! Mickey Mouse! I see Piglet and Eeyore!"
She's as in love with her red hat as ever. Not only does she wear it all day long, but she sleeps with it on at night. She gets compliments everywhere we go, but James and I are a little tired of not being able to see her hair and face. I miss putting her hair in pigtails! Despite the hat, she insists on picking out a bow every day. Sometimes she even asks to sleep with bows in her hair.
She had her first wardrobe-related meltdown yesterday. I have a feeling the 2s and 3s are going to be a bit rough with this strong-willed little thing. No matter how closely I watch her when the crayons are out, she always manages to scribble on the furniture and/or the walls. Every day she asks to go "go play swing" at the park and chase her ball outside. She is high drama, full of sass, and still the sweetest thing in the entire world. She wants to sit in my lap or be held all day long. I cannot even remember a life without her, and honestly, I wouldn't want to. I'm more tired and worn out than I have ever been, I look like I've aged ten years in the last two, I have a lot of frustrating and difficult days, and the older I get, the more I realize I have no idea how to raise a child. Absolutely none. Each day is like fumbling through a dark, unfamiliar room, just hoping I find a light switch. But I have never been more fulfilled, more satisfied, more grateful.
But I could really use another vanilla latte.
Happy Birthday, Gracie Anne. I love you to pieces. If potty training takes as long as walking, I won't even try until you're five.