Part of me wants to play catch-up starting in November 2012, but I'm trying to me more practical these days and I know I won't get to it. So let's just start with a Mia update.
Our little two-year old is verbal. Her favorite word right now is "actually." Here is a conversation we had after I found her playing with Miles' treasures:
Anna: Should we put Miles' money away?
Mia: Actually, it's my money.
Anna: I think it belongs to Miles.
Mia: No, it belongs to Mia.
She also loves music. She sings all the time and requires at least three songs before she will go to sleep. She has started narrating her activities with song. Here is an example (only grandmothers are required to watch the whole thing):
She loves to play dress up. It doesn't matter what's available. She will put it on. Don't be fooled by the underwear. She only uses it for play purposes and is not interested in it's real utility.
Mia throws a mean tea party. And she knows what everyone likes. She's always making me things to eat in her little kitchen.
Mia loves her brother more than anyone in the world. She does like comfort from me and Matt but when all else fails, she will go to Miles. She would follow him off a cliff if he asked her to. Good thing he's not that kind of guy. Miles loves his sister, too. On a recent drive to St. Louis, Miles wasn't feeling too well so he asked if Mia would hold his hand. And, she was happy to give comfort. Too bad they don't always get along so harmoniously.
Counting ribs. You never know when one might go missing.
When Miles isn't around, Mia likes to hang out with me. The other day we were cooking together. She decided to taste the garlic powder. It was pretty shocking for her and she even dry heaved. Whenever she sees me cooking she pulls up a chair and says, "May I help you with rep-pees?"(recipes)
When she doesn't want to be near me, she's really good at getting away fast. I have to run to catch up with her. She is expert at running around the table and then dashing underneath when I get near. She laughs her head off when it takes me a while to catch her. Sometimes I laugh with her. Sometimes I don't.
And a few more Mia-isms:
"Holy gosh!"
"Mom, may I please flush your pee?"
"Tickle my armpits, please."
"My belly button hurts. Really bad."
While scratching her elbow: "It's bitchin', Mom, it's bitchin'!"
As we were walking into church: "Jesus said, 'No more monkey's jumpin' on the bed.'"
