My baby is almost 2.
And she is so much fun. Well, most of the time she is. There have been a few "terrible two" moments, but by and large she is just a party waiting to start. She loves to dance. Her favorite song is J-Lo's "On the Floor." Whenever she hears it on the radio, just jumps up, starts shaking her little booty and flapping her arms in a style similar to the chicken dance. It's hysterical. She even sings along. One word. "Floor! Floor! Floor!" Which reminds me of my mom. Mom has a great voice and loves to sing along even when she doesn't know the words to a song, in which case she'd just sing the last word of every line. I used to mock her mercilessly. I guess I'm still teasing her by mentioning it, but now at least she and SB can sing "Floor!" together. Here's a version with the lyrics in case anyone wants to sing along with Sarah Beth and Grandma.
In other SB news...she has a boyfriend and his name is Elmo. Grandma and Grandpa got her an Elmo for Christmas and he is becoming quite a companion for her. She sleeps with him, dresses him up in her shoes and clothes, puts him down for naps, using a washcloth as his blanket. She hollers for him when he gets out of sight. Not in a screechy toddler way, but in the manner an old lady would call for her farmer husband out in the barn. "ELLLLLLLL--MOOOOOOH" I think she fully expects him to answer. I guess I'll have to break down and get her a baby doll or something because she loves dressing him up, but his squishy Elmo body isn't really designed for clothing or footwear. Have I ever mentioned my unnatural fear and loathing of dolls? I think they're creepy. I had a few when I was little and for some reason got it in my head that they were evil so I'd put them in my window seat at night and stack books on top of it so they wouldn't get me. I don't know why I just didn't tell my parents I didn't want them. Maybe I was afraid they'd come back seeking revenge. Anyway, I will probably have to suck it up and get her a doll. Not one of those realistic ones that could pass for a real baby though. I don't want to take any chances.
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