Tales of Li'l Foot

First let’s wrap up old happenings…This month you wrapped up the great pukerrhia fest of ’08 and then rounded it out with the snot-n-sneeze & coughing fest of ’08.  Thankfully it wasn’t too bad, but man, they were not invited to visit in the first place and they are not invited back…ever!  They are totally like those unexpected house guests who just pop in unexpectedly and take over your life for months and drain all your energy!

Okay, I’m over it…onto bigger and better things and an in depth look at the past month of your life Li’l Foot…

Four words!

Seven syllables!

That is all it will take to sum up the past month of your life!

You.  Are.  Into.  Everything.

If you can test it out and see what will happen if you do this or do that, you will.  Cause and effect is your number one objective every day.  If it can be moved by any means of LF force, you will move it.  If you can pull it apart, you will.  If you can climb it, then call it Mt. Everest and have the oxygen tank ready.  You are one determined little girl.  You are also obsessed with being outside, which I LOVE!!!  I can not wait to take you hiking or go on picnics and walks int he park or whatever brings us outside as a family.

This month you are talking up a storm.  I don’t know where you get it all, but you speak new words every day and I’m always taken by surprise.  I know you hear words every day and I have always given you more credit than most adults give babies for being smarter than we think, but that doesn’t diminish the surprise every time you come up with something else.

The words in your vocabulary at 15 months include…

doggie
kitty
moo
roar
woof (read: “ooof”)
quack (read: “kack”)
cheese
milk (read: “mee”)
baba
mama
dada
meow (read: “ow”)
no (read: “nono nono nono nono nono nono nono nono”)
tree
cassie (read: “aaassie”)
bath (read: “baaa”)
ball (read: “bah”)
duckie
balloon (read: “baboon”)
poopoo
potty
moon (read: “moun moun moun” ~ thank you Laurie Berkner!)
pretty
fishy (read: “sheshe”)
sit

silly (read: “siddy)

birdy

There are additional things you say that we just can’t decipher yet, but I give it another month and I’ll have another list of however many words and then more that are undecipherable and then following month I’ll understand those words and…lather, rinse, repeat!!!

This month, just yesterday in fact, you had your First Haircut.  Let it be recorded in the LF history book on April 13, 2008 you got your bangs trimmed.  This is how that all went down:

This hair cut although not “officially” a hair cut in the sense of shaping and styling something out of your locks was still traumatic…to me…not you!!!  I mean, this was your first adventure where hair met scissors so for all of my intents and purposes, it was your first real haircut.  I hemmed and hawed about this activity for the past couple of weeks since you first started wearing pigtails.  Maybe even sooner than that because I started noticing your hair getting in your eyes even when your hair was down, long before the pigtails entered on the scene.  There was so much pressure to make sure you “looked” good when the “ssshhhhhwwwip” of the scissors made their debut cut.  I probably could’ve found a more appropriate time than 5 minutes before we were supposed to leave to be on time for church to take up this activity but I couldn’t take it one. more. second.  And what if God couldn’t see you in church behind those bangs?  He would understand we were late because I had to cut your bangs. right. in. that. exact. moment.  So what did we do?  How did we accomplish this task?  Well, I sat you in front of the tv in your little Adirondack chair, daddy was behind you and I was in front of you.  When it was time to snip, daddy clamped your head between his two hands and I grabbed your bangs and ssshhhhwwwip, I cut them!  OH M GOSH, I cut them.  Wait? Are they even?  Did I screw up?  I couldn’t look.  It was too much for me to bare.  And then I did look, and they were totally fine.  A few minor adjustments and voila…oh my goodness, you have blue eyes under all that hair LF!!!

As I sat there in church watching you take in your surroundings I was taken aback by how you’ve grown.  And I don’t know if I’m imagining it or if it’s real, but if it is possible, I think cutting your bangs to about your eyebrow line actually made you cuter.  And then when I looked closer, I think the cut bangs make you look older.  And that’s scary.  And also sad…so very sad!!!

Where has the time gone?  How did a whole 15 months pass?

Last night as we were watching America’s Funniest Videos, you started toshow your little personality.  You love watching AFV.  Now I don’t know what’s funnier, watching the dumb dog watch the dogs on the show or watching you watch the show.  Last night when you enjoyed a certain part or were surprised by what was shown you would take both hands, throw them across in front of your mouth, take a gasp in and your eye would get wide.  It really was the most adorable thing.  You make me smile every day.

I love you Li’l Foot!  You are the light in my world!

Love,

Momma