My baby girl.

My baby girl is almost 2.

2 going on 15.

"NO, ME" is a constant phrase used in our home.  And, she must do everything herself.  Buckle her carseat, take off her own clothes, brush her own teeth, get out of the car, put on her shoes along with anything else you can imagine.

Along with her new found independence, she is talking SO much.  Most words are clear enough for the common person to decipher what she is saying.  But, some are not.

Meeeee, Meeeee (excuse me)
Douch (couch)
Heerrrisssit (here it is)
Diapa (diaper)
Beebee (this one is hard because she is either saying baby or pee pee)
Yamma (gramma)
Pop Bitch (yeah...papa butch.  ooopsies)

BUTT. This one is clear. VERY clear.  BUTT

We are also having to use reverse phycology on her.  "Don't you pick up those toys, Avery."  "Don't give me a kiss! Don'ttttt do it!" "Don't put your shoes on"  And, every.single.time she will do exactly what we told her not to do.

I hope we aren't messing her up. 

We are growing tomatoes in our garden again this year, and Avery picked a not-so-ripe one.  I told her not to pick the green ones...only the red ones.  Next thing I know, I am watching her chew with a puzzled look on her face.  So funny.


Avery is doing this new thing where she chats, "MOM-MY! MOM-MY! MOM-MY!"  All while pumping her fist in the air.  She will also shout "DAD-DY, DAD-DY, DAD-DY!" or "HAN-NAH, HAN-NAH, HAN-NAH!"  I am seriously loving this age.  Eek, besides the "no, me!" stage we are in.  She is most independent, and I am grateful for that.  But sometimes momma needs to help you out of the car.  Life just isn't fair sometimes.

Hannah is finally taking a paci.  Sorta.  Only from Nana.  Not Momma.  And only the one in the picture.  She is a picky picky girl.

Our baby girl LOVES her baby dolls.

She feeds them, carries them everywhere, sleeps with them, kisses the heck out of them and makes sure they are well hydrated.


She is growing up so fast.