She loves to dig in the mud and "color" the patio with sidewalk chalk. She loves to be clean and to wear pretty dresses and frilly tutus. She loves football, OU (that's my girl!), and especially the Razorbacks. She loves football more if she can wear pretty necklaces, tutus, and fedoras while watching it.
She sleeps in a sea of stuffed animals, to her the more the merrier. If she had her way she would sleep with all of her shoes and books as well. I'm thinking of buying a poncho to wear during her bath time, as she can get rather boisterous with her splashing.
Have I mentioned that she likes music and singing and dancing? They're very integral parts of our everyday lives now. When Cinderella asks, we always try to say yes to a dance. Her favorite thing to listen to is anything from the Veggie Tales, but she loves almost all music period. She especially loves Steven Curtis Chapman's "How Great Thou Art."
She has a mean streak, and we have to often get on to her for being a little mean to the dogs. More often though, she is sweet. She gives the sweetest kisses, the most precious hugs. Her smiles can melt any heart, and her laughter fills my heart. She has started asking "Why?"
The separation anxiety of the past nine months or so is slowly melting away into confidence. She no longer cries much when we drop her off at church. Rather, she cries when we pick her up once church and late Sunday School are over. In fact she has started getting upset whenever we leave from somewhere she was having fun. While I don't want to foster the notion that it is ok to have a tantrum whenever we leave a place, right now I'm thrilled she's showing the independence to want to stay somewhere.
She will be two years old in just four months. Today, she is 20 months, and sometimes I feel like she's going on 20 years. I often miss my spiky-haired pudgy baby of last year, but the little girl with the long, blonde hair of today is worth the change. She is Miss Ladybug, and she has my heart.