You're a California girl, now. Here's how it happened. You went to Madison the first weekend in June so that the Grand Lams could get their house cleaned out. I had my last week of work. The moving truck picked up all of our stuff and then the dogs and I met up with you all in Madison. We packed up a moving truck, sent our minivan off with a car moving company, got in the big van and started driving West.
Your car seat was on the driver's side of the van, which turned out to be the sunny side. So you spent the trip looking out the window through a couple of shades. It didn't seem to stop you from pointing out airplanes or trucks. It did mean we had to aim the air conditioning at you and crank it up, otherwise you got crazy sweaty.
You were a pretty good little traveler, once we wrestled you into your car seat. You would thrash around and cry and arch your back as far as you could. We certainly empathized--we were just as happy to hit the hotel every night. You slept all right, except for the night we spent in Stratford, TX, when the trains across the street woke you up. Driving the day after that, we saw a sign for a hotel advertising, "No Train Noise!" which made us laugh. We spent a lot of time play peek-a-boo with stuffed animals and playing with a little musical tool box. You did some drawing on a magnetic doodle pad. We had a box of farm animals, so you finally learned a couple of animal noises other than, "Woof!"
The biggest thing that you learned was how to walk in shoes. The ground was so hot that it hurt your feet. So you went from refusing to walk in your shoes in Madison, to bringing us your shoes to put on. Although, today you solved the problem a different way: when you stepped on the hot pavement, you said, "'Ot, 'ot," and walked over onto the lawn. Smart girl.
You've started trying to say several words: that, drink, cheese, hot, please, dog, down. You've started wanting to feed yourself with a spoon or fork. You want to climb everything in sight, which is hard because we didn't bring our climber with us. So tonight you tried climbing a folding chair in the dining room, and when I took you off of it and put it away, you cried and yelled. I guess we'll have to find a new climber!
You seem to have more teeth coming in, at least one more on the top and maybe one more on the bottom. Which is good, because you still want to eat everything anyone else is eating. Today you got mad at me because I wouldn't let you have cereal in a bowl with milk and a spoon, the way Corbin was eating it.
Dad and I were talking about the fact that we might need to give you a little haircut soon. You've got kind of a floppy mohawk going on, because your hair hasn't quite filled in on the sides yet. I did get you some barrettes, but your hair is still too wispy for them. Which didn't stop you from wanting to wear them. I put one in your hair when I found them, and then you wanted all four in your hair at the same time. I finally had to hide them because every time you saw them, you wanted to wear them. You like to brush your own hair, too. It makes me wonder how much grief you're going to give us about your appearance later, although part of it is that this house has a million mirrors, so for the first time in your life you can always see what you look like. That never does anyone any favors.
Other than all of that, you're still our funny, curious, smart, happy girl. We all love to hear you laugh, and make you smile. You love to come up and hug our legs and try to climb us. Sometimes when I pick you up, you'll pat me on the shoulder, like I pat you on the back. It makes me smile every time.
Love,
Mom
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