He loves to sing,cracks himself up (esp when he’s alone in the back of the car), jumps in his crib, plays peekaboo, loves his doggy, brings you his shoes when he knows we’re going out, splashes water on his hair and face, makes rides a scooter, his Chinese face, dances by stomping his feet or moving his head, does uh-huh with his head by bobbing it up and down, can eat cereal with his spoon and is getting better at using his fork. He tries to repeat what we say (yay, bing) and still smiles a lot.
I have. Many times.
Then, the day I returned from London in mid-June, Ella came into my room. I did wonder how she got out and thought maybe it was a fluke. I put her back in her crib. She showed up at my door again. Four more times, in fact. I guess my question was answered and I was actually thankful that although she can do it, she hadn’t done it until now.
The next day I asked her if she could show me how she’d done it. She did it.
When Rhys had his birthday party back in March, Ella asked when her party was going to be. She would make cakes out of sand and wood chips and sing happy birthday to herself. She told me she wanted a bunny party with with a pink chocolate cake. Her wish was my command.
When I first decided to throw her a party and told her about it, she would wake up every day and asked me if it was her party day. Since we were months away, she lost interest and by the time the party day came around, she became her usual mute! It was lots of fun though and a good way to see our favorite families.