Well, Grace and I have been home together for 2 months together now. And honestly, we've been having so much fun. Normally, we start our mornings with an hour long walk to get coffee. The walk proves to be interesting each time, including calling out all the buses, ducks, squirrels and birds. Sometimes, we'll see a train...sometimes not. Each time though, we sing songs and enjoy the company that a walk brings - even at a young age.
After that, our days vary. Sometimes we'll meet friends through the MOMS Club at a park or at a playmates house. Some days, we'll go to the gym for a little bit to let Grace run around. Sometimes, we'll stay home before lunch and nap. Naps are typically 12:30 to 2:00. If it lasts until 1:30 I'm happy - you just never know what you'll get. Afternoons, we'll typically head to the park or the library and patiently wait for dad to be done with work.
Grace still loves books....including those with monkey's, dogs, or any animal in general. We really limit t.v. time to an hour max all day. A bit in the morning and a bit at night. The dogs are still your bread and butter Grace. We've had to leave a park because there was a dog. All you wanted was to pet and play with the dog - but the owner really wasn't having much to do with it. You were even a little sneaky. Waiting until I wasn't watching to try to get to that dog.
The funniest thing I've heard from Miss G lately....that I just have to share.....is the fact that she pointed to a horn on a cow. I told her, it was a horn. She then put her arm out...and went "beep beep". How do you tell an almost 2 year old...that there are different kind of horns?!!
Yesterday we went and visited Mollie....Amy's daughter. She is a month older than you, and literally couldn't be any more your opposite. She loves to hug, is outgoing, and great on her feet. You aren't a cuddler, are pretty shy, and not so coordinated yet. You'll get there - but that's just your personality. Anyway, the reason I bring this up, is that last night was a transition. You still have a night bottle. I can't give it up...and don't want to even try with you. But, last night you were too tired to even drink it. You saw your bed and your NUK and wanted to go to bed. You again, made a transition easy on us. However, when I cleaned your bottle today, I cried. It may be the last bottle I ever clean again. And that makes me sad. I know we want more kids, but what if it doesn't happen? What if that's my last? Selfishly, I'm bumming pretty hard over this change. You really are becoming more of a big girl.
