no. big. deal.
i mean…i've (and farmer) just managed to keep her healthy and happy for her entire life thus far. we're basically like…the best parents ever.
and what a balance her farmer and i strike.
i spoil the shiz out of her and her farmer tells me to stop spoiling her…but then is super happy when he sees a trampoline in our backyard.
mixed messages, farmer. mixed messages.
so our gal is 18 months and if you remember…we were worried a touch with her lack of verbal skills.
well…girlfriend is picking up the slack. finally.
kind of the same as when people told me i'd want her to be an infant again. no…never would i want kaye to be an infant again. i miss that stage exactly 0%.
so anyway, our turtle is talking and it's the best. and when i say "talking," i mean it's a loose interpretation of the word.
hi, bye, berry, banana, berry, dog, cow, car, brody, mom, dad…and i know there are more. this next month we'll be working on please and thank you. our gal needs some manners.
some other skills we've picked up this month? opening every door in the house. back door, front door, bathroom door…you get the idea. basically, we've gone from never locking our doors to locking them out of necessity of an escapee.
we've also taken down the gates to our stairs. my dream is one day (very very soon) i won't be able to find her. i'll go downstairs and there she'll be, playing nicely with her kitchen, 4-wheeler, train set, and her 800 other toys. then maybe she'll look up and say, "love you, mom." and then go back to what she was doing.
this is my dream. girlfriend just needs some free access, so i know it's going to happen. so far…no near-death experiences on the stairs. success.
keep up your hard hugs and your sweet cuddles, my love. even though the hard days are so hard (so so hard), the good days make it worth it x 10 million.