1. She loves to help. Lately her favorite things to help with are picking (and immediately eating) the strawberries in the garden, and unloading the dishwasher. She's surprisingly good at actually being semi-helpful with the dishwasher- she will carry all of the (plastic) cups and plates to me so that I can put them up in cabinets. The silverware she likes to do all by herself. She carries it piece by piece to the drawer and throws them in the drawer (it's over her head, so she can't see in it to sort them...but it still saves me a little trouble!). She's been doing this for a few weeks, but tonight as she was helping, I noticed she'd added a little twist to things: she licked each piece of silverware before placing it in the drawer.
Always going the extra mile, that one!!
2. In the past few days she has become obsessed with belly buttons. She wants to look at hers every few minutes, and she also likes to look at mine and Matt's. If we're sitting down, she'll simply come over and pull up our shirts while yelling "BEBB-BUH," but if we're standing...she'll just do whatever it takes to locate our belly buttons. That means if you happen to be a mommy and you're wearing a dress, she'll just pull the whole thing up and climb under. If you're wearing shorts, she'll just stick her hands up them and wave around (even with her arms reached all the way up, she's still too short to reach or see our belly buttons). It's rather alarming if you're not expecting it, and if you're in public and it happens to be the dress-getting-pulled-up version...well, everyone gets a shocking surprise. Ha. Today I dressed her in an (adorable) one-piece shorts romper thing.
|Adorable romper, party of one!|
3. She is starting to make two-word sentences. "My" is her preferred word to pair up...she's quick to point out "my dee-dee" (blanket) (?? no idea why) and "my bay-bee" and "my doos" (shoes). But over the weekend she started calling for "my dadda" and "my mama," and then my heart exploded and the whole world was wonderful.
|Millie with HER mama and HER dadda. You can't have them!|
And then we got her bike seat, and so all of a sudden we started talking about bikes a lot. I guess that was confusing, because we would say "Millie, do you want to ride your bike?" and get answered with furrowed brows and a firm "NO BITE!!"
It should be no great surprise that my daughter is a big fan of following rules and making sure everyone else does, too. Ha. Apples and trees and all that.