She keeps me on my toes…
She loves broccoli. If there is broccoli on the table, in the fridge or on any surface within her reach (which is now about 4 inches in on countertops), she will either ask for some “bockie” or she’ll just grab it and start gnawing on it. Really? Sweet.
This morning I heard the tell-tale sound of the toilet lid so I made a mad dash to the bathroom only to find her standing there swishing the toilet wand around in the water. Her expression said “I think I’ve got it down, this is how you do it right mom?” I’m surprised that she even knows what that wand is for because of how rarely I use it.
One more…our Baby Jesus (who is now missing an arm) has been thoroughly loved this holiday season. Yesterday morning as Jess climbed up on the piano bench for her daily visit, she signed/said “Cold” (I love that she still signs this every time she says it, it’s a fun sign and she does it with so much gusto). I said something like, “Oh, you think he’s cold?” To which she replied “Yeah.” Later in the day, maybe because I didn’t do anything about it or maybe because she thinks I’m slow, she climbed up again and told me “Baby-noonie” (translation: “The Baby is a noodie” and possibly “Mom, he’s just got this little swaddling thing draped across him and until you get some clothes or a blanket on him he’s gonna be cold.”) I said, “Yes, the baby is noonie” and I laughed. Again. I love this kid, she’s a kick. It’s grand being able to hear what she’s thinking about.