Things I don't want to forget

1. DH took Sprout outside while it was raining. He stood on the porch and she stretched her hand out to feel the rain. She was in awe. The look of wonderment still makes me all warm and fuzzy.

2. Sprout loves her books. Given the choice between a toy and a book, she almost always picks a book. She sits with it and turns the pages and reads to herself. She has a book of baby faces in the car. We strap her into her car seat and then hand her the book. She always gets a huge grin on her face and then starts laughing when she opens it up to the first page. She loves that book and thinks it's hilarious!

3. DH got an Ergo carrier last week and has been carrying Sprout on his back. She loves it and they are so cute together. The funniest thing is when little kids don't realize he has a baby until he passes by. One kid turned to his mom and said loudly, "That man has a baby in his backpack!" It's really fun and DH loves the attention, though he'd never admit it.

4. Yesterday, Sprout decided that she didn't need her morning nap, so I picked up fussy pants and brought her downstairs. I started playing the piano to burn off my frustration. She immediately quieted and listened. I haven't played much at all in recent years, but I may have to start again if it quiets a fussy little girl!

5. She pulls up on EVERYTHING now. She was really picky for a long time, but now she just wants to stand up - furniture, pant legs, boxes, baskets that she ends up pulling over on top of herself instead, you name it.

6. She still loves to walk with someone holding her hands, but sometimes, she just wants to get down and crawl so she can go wherever she wants. She is officially in the "into everything" stage and it makes me tired! She is currently investigating my stationary box.

7. She is eating mostly table food and finger food now. She loves to eat. For breakfast this morning, she ate 3/4 of a banana, 3 prunes, and a piece of toast.

8. Sprout has figured out that it's fun to feed the dog her food instead of eating it herself. And she knows she's not supposed to do it. She gives me this mischievous grin and then drops something on the floor for the dog. I have a feeling I'm going to see a lot of that grin in the coming years. And we'll have to start putting the dog outside while we feed Sprout.

9. Every day she looks less and less like a baby and more and more like a little girl. It's wonderful and a little sad all at the same time.