The Amazing Moodini.
“And for my next trick… counting to five!”
Moo amazes me daily. This weekend I went to work and then came home to a little girl who could count to five, and my heart swelled. She’s been picking up a lot lately, smiling proudly as she does all the hand motions for Itsy Bitsy Spider and I wonder where my little baby went, because it’s so hard to believe she’s almost two.
After dinner one night this week I managed to steal her daddy’s popcicle, punctuating the insult with “pwned!” At which point Moo stopped licking her own popcicle, turned to look at Daddy, and simply said “…pwned.” My offspring, ladies and gentlemen.
Today she and I developed this new game I call “zombie.” I say, “Moo… do zombie!” and she tilts her head back, crooks her neck, and growls “braaaahhhhhggg.” She watched me do it once, maybe, and it suddenly became her thing. I promise, video of this to come.
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I cannot believe that my little girl is 21 months old, almost two, growing up so fast.
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Maddie was in our bed last night after having cried out around eleven, having had a bad dream as near as we could tell. Mark and I were talking, laying on either side of our sleeping daughter. She giggled slightly, eyes closed, apparently asleep. Mark and I stopped talking.
“Moo, are you awake?” I ask. Nothing from our little peanut.
“Moooooooooo.” I kiss her face and rub her cheeks. Not even a flinch. I pause, looking at Mark. Then I’ve got it:
“Moo, how much does mama love you?” I ask.
Her eyes shoot open, her arms spread out, and she replies “sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”
And we rolled with laughter in our darkened bedroom, late at night, revelling in one of life’s perfect moments.
Share on FacebookPlaypen ball pit.
We have a playpen in our loft room for Moo, and today we turned it into a ball pit. I get the feeling Mark and I were just as excited about it as Moo, and she loved it.
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