Lila is such a little character now, so much her own self. It’s amazing to see a child develop from a cuddly newborn snugglelump (sure, that’s a word) to a little person who definitely has her own opinions on things. She’s able to do the stairs on her own (while holding onto a banister, and with supervision), she can stand on a stool and likes to watch herself brush her teeth in the mirror, we’ve started potty training (it’s not going well), and she recently even tried out rollerblades:
But it’s the daycare pick up that really rocks my socks, though. That little face. When we walk home from daycare, hand in hand, and she looks up at me and smiles and tells me what she wants to do next – “build sandcastles” or “visit puppies dog park” or “catch the ball” or “crackers please”. That’s the stuff parenting dreams are made of. Of course, it’s not all pigtails and cuddles- there are the tantrums, every night she wails despairingly at the prospect of having to go to bed, despite ample warning and a very orderly routine that never deviates.
That photo on the top right? Yeah, we don’t actually have a chalkboard wall. That’s a regular wall. Seems to be some pretty hard-wearing paint, though- the chalk washes right off.
She had her annual MRI recently, and this morning we had our follow up appointment that had good news- the brain lesion hasn’t grown at all, and it doesn’t seem to be interfering with her development, so we will have another follow up when she is 3 and we’ll see how its going. She is doing so well, I hardly ever think about it any more, which is good.
Earlier this summer Lila was a flower girl in my cousin’s wedding! I’m sure many of you can imagine what a lottery it is, trying to guess whether a 2 year old is going to make it up the aisle. We got her a book about being a flower girl and practice petals and a basket, and tried to really practice it. She liked the idea, but often wouldn’t do it on command, but on the big day she totally rocked it! Guy was at the back of the church and let her loose down the aisle. She tossed some petals on the floor from her flower girl basket, decided that wasn’t happening fast enough and then dumped the basket upside down into a lovely pool of petals; then went running up the aisle shouting “Lila Flower Girl! Lila Flower Girl!” I scooped her up when she got to the front of the church and sat her down in the pew. Not to mention she was a total dancing queen on the dance floor at the reception! I wish I got better photos of that, but it was tough- famously poor lighting at wedding receptions, plus a fast moving target. Oh well. Can’t nail every photo, right?