An overview

Before I even get started, no she didn't sleep as well the next night. It was awful actually, but what can you do?

It seems that indeed we have a little person on our hands. I know I've said this before, but I am simply amazed by this. A year ago we cared for a little sac-of-needs. Now we on a regular basis received demands from that little being.

Walking is the preferred mode of transportation now. Crawling is merely what she resorts to when she has become frustrated with her wobbling or has shoes on. HATES them. I realize now I may have done myself in for by never putting shoes on her this summer. But then again, she did come out with a foot-loose and fancy free attitude, my shoe choice, or lack there of may not have had anything to with the fact that she rips her shoes (and socks) off at any moment she gets.

She is eating more, which may have a lot to do with the fact that sleeping is getting better. Mark says he stuffed her full that miraculous night. I tried the last two nights to do the same, but she resists me. Maeve sits in her highchair, usually pushed back away from the table with her feet up on the table like some Fortune 500 exec. She prefers things this way, despite the fact that it makes it infinitely harder to reach the Cheerios.

LOVES Cheerios....especially the way they fly through the air when she gives them "5." She learned to give "5" and likes to do it all the time, to anything. It can get a bit rough, so if you choose to engage her in the game, be prepared for a solid "5" to the face. Then she is told to be gentle and thinks that is the funniest thing since raspberries.

Raspberries, she is great at giving them. Hasn't cared for the food version as much though.

"uh-oh" has fallen somewhat out of favor. I think she has probably realized that Fortune 500 execs do not admit mistakes that easily. Has added "hi" to her repertoire. It's super cute to be greeted by the little gal, face pulled over the gate at the top of the stairs, saying HI when I get home. Makes me want to rush home that much faster.

Unfortunately she has added an ingratiating whine to her bag of tricks too. I'm sure there will be words (read: demands) that replace that whine some day, but for now it's short little bursts of a cry that lacks tears...unless she sees you looking. She can squint up her eyes real tight and squeeze out a tear for effect when she is really working it. Hopefully this is just a phase. I told her if she knows what's good for her she'll stop that because it's not going to keep the beasts in the forest away when her parents leave her in the woods. Growling would probably be much more effective.

And that's about it for our day to day. We are just plugging along and watching in awe this little life unfolding before our eyes.