The Banana: 2.2 Years

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She takes off running in the middle of nearly every parking lot, much to my frustration.

Her winter hair is really something to behold . . . sticking out in every direction with jillions of crooked layers.

She spills oatmeal or apple sauce on her shirt or pajamas at nearly every meal.

She loves water with ice cubes.

She loves saying her own name.  

She tries to sing with me on changing syllables that almost sound like words.

When her siblings aren't looking she'll eat the food off their plates if they aren't careful.

She still loves shoes and coats.

Her cheeks are chapped and red no matter how much we smother them in lotion.

She loves rolling a collection of her treasures around the house in the dolly stroller.  

She arches her back when it's time to buckle into the carseat, and push as hard as I may I can barely buckle her in.  Sometimes we can talk through the idea of making a good choice and sitting nicely in the seat while I buckle, but not always, and especially not in the late morning hours.  

She has stashed one of her tennis shoes in a secret spot, and I can't find it anywhere.  

She gives fantastic toddler kisses.  

One Comment

  • Sophie Linde

    (I am missing my Mason’s so I’m going through all your old blog posts) I miss this beautiful cute cuddly Banana! Its so hard to remember that she’s not my chubby little girl anymore. All the kids are growing up so much!

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