The Temptations
Miss M had another milestone today: her first official haircut at the super-cute Little Bees Salon. I've been trimming her hair here and there (because I didn't want to pay someone to spend five minutes cutting a straight edge across her bangs when I had the genetic makeup to do a fine job myself) but I finally broke down today and committed to a real cut. I think it was more a milestone for me than her. She however, benefited from her first pony tail and her first Dum Dum lollipop (which PS DUM DUMs, you should make a Dr. Pepper one, and I'm cursing that I can no longer go in to the Bank without M knowing what is sitting on the counter).
She's growing like a weed these days. Her vocabulary is exploding. She's picking words out of songs or radio reports. She also has a tendency to throw things or fast slap something like a diva when she's up in arms. She has a wealth of facial expressions that only her boot collection can compete against. I've started telling people she's gunning for an Oscar this year so watch for her role as an Italian mother who just lost her son in the war.
When I'm not extolling the importance of "sharing" or "not hitting our friends", I wholly admire this little lady as she unabashedly rocks her pink cowboy boots or begs for some "makeup" (ie chapstick and a water color brush) or "gums" or to watch a "movies" or eats dirt. In a moment of sheer delightful quiet the other day, I snapped out of my daydream to find her "painting" her toes with some nail polish (not a bad color or job for a 22 month old I might add). She is a lesson in how quickly time flies. Each day I want to snatch up a little nugget of Mness and hold it forever.
She wants to do everything herself and says, "no my do it". I love how she says, "s/he's crying cranky" to any kid/baby/person in a bad mood. She crouches down and say's "lil baby" to anything small, like a piece of her pancake that's not as big as the other pieces or her babydoll or ants. She has an unsettling obsession with keys and will try to unlock anything including doors, bikes, chairs, cabinets, and cereal boxes. She will say anything is stinky and if I ask her where something is, she says "outside". When I ask if she has a poopy diaper, she's been known to throw Ginger under the bus...more than once...
She has started to point to letters and numbers knowing they mean something. She randomly will work on a "6-7-8-9" spread or "p-q-r-s" for the day, like Rainman. She likes to read me stories too but I tell her I won't dignify her reading me to sleep unless she turns the book right side up.
When we are done for the night, I continue my singing career aspirations in the privacy of her room. I've started thinking about real songs I can probably sing fairly decently that are good songs for her to know, like Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys. She has started recognizing Everyday by Buddy Holly and will request it. Still though, the song that's topping Miss Ms chart for the fourth straight week in a row: Happy Birthday. Every night, we celebrate like there is cake.
P.S. My Girl is making it's way in to the top ten too. How about this video?! I love that they're all wearing suits and smoothly moving their feet while every now and again they clap their hands.
Miss M had another milestone today: her first official haircut at the super-cute Little Bees Salon. I've been trimming her hair here and there (because I didn't want to pay someone to spend five minutes cutting a straight edge across her bangs when I had the genetic makeup to do a fine job myself) but I finally broke down today and committed to a real cut. I think it was more a milestone for me than her. She however, benefited from her first pony tail and her first Dum Dum lollipop (which PS DUM DUMs, you should make a Dr. Pepper one, and I'm cursing that I can no longer go in to the Bank without M knowing what is sitting on the counter).She's growing like a weed these days. Her vocabulary is exploding. She's picking words out of songs or radio reports. She also has a tendency to throw things or fast slap something like a diva when she's up in arms. She has a wealth of facial expressions that only her boot collection can compete against. I've started telling people she's gunning for an Oscar this year so watch for her role as an Italian mother who just lost her son in the war.
When I'm not extolling the importance of "sharing" or "not hitting our friends", I wholly admire this little lady as she unabashedly rocks her pink cowboy boots or begs for some "makeup" (ie chapstick and a water color brush) or "gums" or to watch a "movies" or eats dirt. In a moment of sheer delightful quiet the other day, I snapped out of my daydream to find her "painting" her toes with some nail polish (not a bad color or job for a 22 month old I might add). She is a lesson in how quickly time flies. Each day I want to snatch up a little nugget of Mness and hold it forever.
She wants to do everything herself and says, "no my do it". I love how she says, "s/he's crying cranky" to any kid/baby/person in a bad mood. She crouches down and say's "lil baby" to anything small, like a piece of her pancake that's not as big as the other pieces or her babydoll or ants. She has an unsettling obsession with keys and will try to unlock anything including doors, bikes, chairs, cabinets, and cereal boxes. She will say anything is stinky and if I ask her where something is, she says "outside". When I ask if she has a poopy diaper, she's been known to throw Ginger under the bus...more than once...
She has started to point to letters and numbers knowing they mean something. She randomly will work on a "6-7-8-9" spread or "p-q-r-s" for the day, like Rainman. She likes to read me stories too but I tell her I won't dignify her reading me to sleep unless she turns the book right side up.
P.S. My Girl is making it's way in to the top ten too. How about this video?! I love that they're all wearing suits and smoothly moving their feet while every now and again they clap their hands.