Oh dear Avett. What do I do with you and what would I do with out you?
You are a mess. An absolute stinker. A conundrum of some sort. Do you know what you want? Because I don't. Nearly 20 months together and you keep me on my toes every. blessed. day.
You are entering what i like to call: the parrot stage. You are mimicking phrases and sounds all of the time. This week Evaleigh said "daughter" and you followed right along and said the same. Yesterday I was trying to teach Evaleigh how to say a clear "v" on veil instead of "bail" as it was coming out.
"V...v...v...veil." I would say and you would trail right along behind like my little echo.
Your all time favorite word right now other than obviously "no", is "whyyyyy". I think you've been absorbing your sisters form of communication a little too much.
If we ask you to come inside you say, "why?" If we tell you to sit down you say, "why?" It's much too much sass for any 20 month old. Either you have great timing or really you do understand what we are saying.
Tonight on our family trip to Target to buy diapers your dad and I just got right in your face and started saying "why" over and over to you. You just grinned slyly and looked away to the side. You know you are a mess and you get away with it.
You say "uh oh" as loud as you can and then throw whatever you can on the ground. You got it all backwards.
You. Climb. On. Everything.
You want nothing more than to sit in the refrigerator and pull out yogurts to hand me.
You enjoy hitting me and then when i tell you, "be gentle to your mommy." You run my face ever so softly.
You sleep with lavender diffused in your room every night and you love to sniff it before going to sleep. You scrunch up your nose and it's the cutest.
We love each other a lot. A lot.