Monday, 22 June 2009
miss mae monkey moo
this baby. this sweet baby girl. she just keep getting better. better and cuter and smarter. more clever, more fun, more entertaining and better company, every. single. day. she's interested in everything, an inquisitive explorer of nooks, crannies, corners and drawers. she crawls at top speed, chasing the dog around the living room, laughing her head off the whole time. she reaches tentatively towards things she knows she is not supposed to touch and looks at us, waiting for the no. she waves her arms to music or if i sing and do a silly dance for her. she walks along the furniture to get what she wants - the remote, the phone, baxter's tail. she'll head towards me if i have any food to get her sample and reaches for my glass to have a her gulps of my water. she has ticklish armpits and loves to be twirled around but only if you hold her very close to you and never never not ever facing outwards. she makes so many sounds, so much baby chatter, the cutest noises you could ever possibly hear. she claps her hands on cue and if you're very, very lucky, you will get a wave returned to you by a sweet flapping baby hand. i am lucky.