Walkin', Talkin' and Growin' Up
"Momma! Dadda! Hi!" Those are the only three words Lyla knows how to say, but each one of those words makes me smile. Over the past few months, I have loved to watch Lyla develop her own little personality.
She has started to realize that she has choices about what she does and does not eat. If she doesn't want to eat Cheerios right now, she throws them on the floor, or gives them to our dog, Odie. If she wants more cheese, she will yell and point at the bag. If she wants us to know that she loves her dinner, she'll shovel handfuls of food into her mouth.
She has started to realize that it's more fun to walk around in a store than to ride in a shopping cart or stroller. A few weeks ago, we brought Lyla into Costco. She looked like she was at Disney World. She was walking (or running) over to everything. She kept staring up at that high ceiling. And, when we spotted a giant, stuffed Minnie Mouse in one of the aisles....Well, let's just say Minnie Mouse came home with us. Yes, our shopping trips take longer now, but when you see how much fun Lyla has exploring in new places, it's worth the extra time.
She has started to realize that our dog, Odie, is an entertaining playmate. After Lyla wakes up in the morning, she literally shrieks with excitement when she sees Odie. She waves to him and says, "Hi!" Odie seems to have mixed emotions about his little sister. He loves when she hands him food or pets him. But, Lyla also takes his toys away from him and runs, grabs his tail and even chases him around the house. Of course, he causes plenty of trouble, too. More than a few of Lyla's toys have chew marks on them.
I have started to realize that my baby girl is not really a baby anymore. She's a toddler. A child. A kid. She's developing her own likes and dislikes. She has opinions. She wants to be more independent. She's growing up. Every day, it gets a little tougher to keep up with her. But, every day, I realize how lucky I am to be her dad.