Wow, Lainey is now a year old. She is standing up and walking, babbling and destroying everything in her path. It is hard to fathom that only twelve months ago, I could hold her in the palm of my hand, her little butt fitting perfectly there almost like it was engineered to do so.
Lainey is sprouting into a feisty little fireball. “No” is currently the most repeated word in the house. Nearly every waking moment of the day her little fingers are darting towards light sockets and Xbox On/Off switches and her miniature palms are constantly smacking on keyboard, remote controls and anything else with a button. All Sara and I do anymore is follow the kid around picking up her messes and pulling her away from things she shouldn’t be in.
Lainey almost reminds me of a little pup who doesn’t realize she’s isn’t a big dog. She never hesitates to turn around and look me dead in the face as I scold her and bark back, “Oh, Oh” in her own little attempt at saying “no” back to me.
Last week we held her first birthday party. She was fearless, trotting around with all the bigger kids, grabbing at the little circles of pepperoni on their slices of pizza and attempting to steal sips of their sodas and cool-aid. The little pup definitely thought she was a big dog that night.
Earlier tonight we laid in the bed together and I watched her grab the remote control yet again. I was just about to steal it away before she had a chance to toss it off the bed or smash it against the wall, only this time she held it up, pointed it at the TV and shook it. And over the weekend I watched her grab one of my Wii-motes, hold it up to her ear and pretend to have a conversation!
She really is just a little pup who thinks she’s a big dog. Copying everything we do, taking in everything she hears and sees and trying to play it back to us.
This weekend I’m going to make her watch me fold laundry for an entire day strait. Think she’ll learn to copy that behavior?
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