Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Isla Rose, 22 months old

Oh no! It's not happening is it? Are you 22 months old?!? Last week you turned 22 months. I kept thinking all of December, it's a little ways off, and then it happened. That means your next blog post will be 2 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My sweet little Isla, I can't even begin to mention everything I want to say in this post. The verbal explosion came, it's happened and happening. You started talking so much since Thanksgiving. Now you are staying 2 word phrases. You can tell me exactly what you want. And this past week "ing" words like running, sleeping, dancing. You understand concepts like turn-taking (well, not so much in practice) and demand your "Turn!" Or when you want us to do something again you indicate it's our "turn." You understand the concept of 2, as in a pair. You told me when there were 2 dogs in the yard, 2 peas on the plate. You are fascinated with the drama of someone or something getting hurt, and will talk about it a lot when it happens: "Oh NO!" "Fall down" "Boom" "Hurt." And you also say "Bye, see you soon." Your little voice is so sweet I just want to put it in a bottle and save it for a rainy day.

You have begun to protest your afternoon nap, and sometimes outright refuse. In fact you protest a lot of things, especially getting dressed and diaper changes. You like to run away and giggle. You tell us when you have a dirty diaper, by very accurately saying "poop."

You are into pretend play and your dolls. You feed them bottles and walk them in the doll stroller. You push Bunny around the grocery store with the mini-cart. Sometimes you are so sweet and loving, giving hugs, snuggles, and kisses to mommy and daddy. You can ask for the book you want to hear and lately that is "Mop" which means "Ten Apples Up On Top." Renamed "Mop" because the part where the bear chases the guys with a mop is the most exciting part. You are a good eater, and your favorite thing right now is "noodles."

You are such a sweet, silly, happy girl, except when you're not. I see 3 out of 4 canines have finally poked out. Man, those little buggers have been giving you a hard time and make you very cranky on some days.

You like to dance, and sing songs like "Wheels on the Bus" and "If you're happy and you know it." You shout "Hooray!" for the later. You like to hang from the bars at Little Gym, and any where else you can find to hang. You can run. I'm very impressed with the aim you have when you throw a ball. You know your colors and a few letters. You love to paint, and ask for me to pour out the colors that you want.

Where's the remote for life? I want to pause it right here.

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