MP. Is. Luscious.
The cheeks are plump and cannot go more than five minutes without copious smooching. The neck/chin area--oooooooooh. The belly. The tiny chipmunk voice. She is a dream of adorableness.
And sooooooooooooooo funny. A real trickster. One day, she and I will be partners in prank--Random had better watch his back. She "hides" her diapers under her head so we won't be able to find them. She loves to pretend she's a monster and will come at you going "ARRRRRR" with her hands in silly claws. She dances like a maniac. She sings medleys all the time--ABC morphs into Frere Jacques morphs into Twinkle Twinkle. She loves to sing "Poo Pals" with me to the tune of "Zoo Pals" (surely you have seen that commercial for paper plates and bowls with animals printed on them?) Poo poo poo pals, poo poo poo pals! Poo poo poo pals, poo pals make pooping fun! / First you do a dance, then you fill your pants....Poo poo poo pals, and on and on and on and on.
She's a complete nutball. She loves to show off her muscles and will hold up her arm and say "MUSHELLLLLSSS!" in this fake deep gravelly voice. She needs kisses at the slightest boo-boo--even if the dog brushes by her she'll rush to you with a "hurt" finger outstretched.
She lervvves stickers (see below) and fake tattoos (give her a tattoo and she will show the entire world. "LOOK! TATTOO!" she will proclaim). She throws tea parties for her Fisher Price People (which she calls "People," even if she's referring to one of them, as in "where did People go?"). She makes me wooden bread with "chocolate" (actually wooden sushi) and "butter" (actually wooden sushi egg) using her wooden knife and then salts and peppers the sandwich and adds a dash of milk from her baby's bottle. "BITE!" she tells me, thrusting the wooden bread in my face. (This is what I tell her to do with her peanut butter toast, because otherwise she will just pluck peanut butter from it and suck it from her fingers.)
She talks. ALL THE TIME. Sometimes she talks so much that Random and I tell her to "hush" and then she will say "NO YOU HUSH" and then we try to hide that we are laughing.
And there is the normal toddler stuff, too. Like--the whining....she whines a lot. So Random and I say "Are you whining?" to her, and she'll say "Yes." So we say "No whining!" and she says "No whining, OHHH, OK." And then she will whisper what she wants over and over in this creepy way--Ssssssssnnnaaccckkkky Mama I want Sssssssssssnaaaacccckkkky. And she will whisper it over and over again. My kid can even whine while she's whispering.
But overall she is just the best kid ever. I couldn't imagine a better kid, or for us to be happier.
This is our old house (if you remember my old blog you will remember this is the house with the wonderful bathroom that I designed all by myself and the excellent, ahem, "caulk"). I am still amazed that we managed to sell this house with the carpet the way it was--you can't really tell in this picture but nasty doesn't even do it justice.
MP adjusted to the move pretty well--she hated the one night we spent in the hotel and was up all night crying for "home," but since then she's loved it and basically taken over. And the carpet is much, much nicer.
Mary Mia from SALSA IN CHINA (oh you know her link, go to it already) sent MP this shirt. It's too small for her now but who doesn't love a little babygut peeking out?
Since so many of you are asking--MP is two and a third now. J the dog is good--he's upped the humping over the past year since MP's been home, though, and gained a bit o' weight from the baby droppings. I think the humping is a need for attention. J and MP get along famously. Just the other day I was horrified to see MP with her mouth wide open and J licking her tongue. She was just standing there, letting him. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.