OK that doesn't have the same ring as "May Day". Oh well. Can you believe it is March? I guess it really is true, "The days are long, but the years are short." KayLynn is now 19.5 months old - four and a half months till she is 2 years old, I can't even believe it. She has gained 2 pounds in the last six weeks, culminating in 25.6 pounds of tummy (seriously have you seen her little Buddha belly?).
I know that I am always telling you how much this girl talks, but my-oh-my. She is never quiet... Seriously, the girl rivals me. She often wants to go, 'read a look' or take a 'bah' no I didn't forget the "T" - she really says it like that and 'wash her belly'. She makes sure to 'less you' whenever you sneeze...or cough. She always wants to know, 'where's daddy?' 'where's kitty?' and, of course, after throwing something under the bed or sitting on it, 'where did it go?'
Animal Sounds: Cat, Dog, Duck, Pig, Sheep (although she still wont say sheep), she still messes up cow and lion (I don't get the confusion either).
Max has taught her her 'teeth' and 'chin' along with all the other body parts that she has learned.
Max calls me her little translator because he can't understand KayLynn all the time, and I am constantly saying, "she said____". He also says that I am "KayLynn's own Google". She is always asking me questions, whether understandable or not. I try to tell her that she can ask daddy, because hearing, "Mommy?"every five seconds...
I have told you before that KayLynn and Daddy have their 'cuddle' time every morning after I leave. I cannot sleep when KayLynn is in my arms - I am not really sure why. However, Max and KayLynn both have their best sleep when they are in each other's arms. They sleep like the dead. I now get up around 5am (a little later these days) and when KayLynn hears my alarm she comes into our room to sleep with daddy. The thing that cracks me up is that she closes the doors behind her - her door and ours! I don't know why I think that is so funny, but it is.
I HATE whining. So, being the wonderful mother that I am, I taught KayLynn to say, 'help' instead. However, if I get asked to 'helf' one more time, I might shoot myself.
She wants help with EVERYTHING. Our favorite is when she wants help doing something - that she can't do any part of. She wants me to 'helf' undress her baby. Then I must 'helf' re-dress her baby. We are making her a doll with Velcro clothes this week!