What's with her face here? She looks like she is about to tell me she loves me like crazy, but she 'aint gonna love me to death.
Latest developments with this child:
She is obsessed with looking at pictures of herself and points to her chest whenever she sees a picture of a baby anywhere in case its her.
She has had several tantrums when she doesn't get her way. Our pediatrician says to just ignore these. He's a controversial French doc who doesn't jive with all parental styles, but he's right up our alley.
The hugs continue, and sweet jesus in heavan was it worth the wait. Several times a day she just drops whatever project she is working on to walk over to me and fall into my arms with her head on my shouler, patting me and sighing. Its. The. Best. It can lift me out of any doldrums, not that there are any, of course.
She loves walking down the street unemcumbered, unhampered, the wind in her hair, the breeze against her cheeks. If I just set her free out the door, she would be at the East River before she looked back.
