22 Months

Am I really posting about my baby girl who is now 22 months old?  22 months.  How swiftly the days on the calendar cruise by no matter how tight my grip on it seems.  I know all moms utter the cliche statement of how fast time flies; but now that I am living in the midst of these fleeting days, I too, ache for the baby who has grown into a toddler right before my very eyes.  

Lucy Mills, I have had a delightful time with you this past month.  You are putting 4 or more words together at a time now and our communication has gotten much better.  I love to hear the things that come out of your mouth, and you love for me to repeat them right back to you - just to make sure I'm listening. 

One of the cutest things you are doing is mimicking when I drop you off at the gym nursery.  When we are at home you come up to me and say "Mama exasize, bye Mama.  See later Mama," and then you give me a big hug and kiss and run off.  You come right back to me 10 seconds later and we do the whole scene over and over and over again, all the while your little laughs echoing throughout the house. 

Since we are on the subject of copying Mommy, you have become quite the little mama to Babydoll.  I gave you a small bottle so that you could feed Babydoll her bottle while I feed McClain his.  You feed and burp her perfectly, as well as rock her, and sing to her.  I love seeing your tender side here. 

Lucy Mills, you are all girl all the time.  I love that about you.  Everytime I dress you, you ask for your pink bow.  One day after I put the usual pink bow in, you asked for the hot pink one . . . and then the blue one, the red one, and the white one. 
 So I went with it . . .

Recently I gave you some crayons and paper and you went to town. Your artwork is now proudly displayed all over the house.

You are right by my side when I am fixing dinner at night.  I'm not sure if it's because you are just fascinated with mealtime coming around again or if you like "helping" me cook.  

We may be signing you up for gymnastics or ballet sooner rather than later.  I've noticed a lot of this happening . . .

Not bad for a not-even two year year old right?  
Like I said, she is all girl.  You just can't teach this stuff. 
Along with ballet in our future, guitar lessons are most definitely on the horizon.  You love to strum along when Daddy plays some tunes. 

Only time will tell if you prefer playing the music or dancing along with the beat.  

There has been a change in your bed time routine this last month.  Typically you just like to be put to bed with your blankies and maybe a book, no snuggling.  Now, to my absolute delight, when I tell you it's bed time you respond with "rock rock Mama?"  Yes, love.  We can rock rock.  So I sit on the edge of your bed, cradle you in my arms while your little body nestles against mine.  I gently rock while softly singing Jesus Loves Me.  At the end of the song you look up at me with a smile and say "hey Mama," at which I respond "hey Lucy Mills."  Our hearts are intertwined. 


Happy 22 months Sweet Girl.