I don't want to dwell too much on the Sandy Hook tragedy in here. It's already on my mind a lot, and breaks my heart. It was a nice relief to pick up my baby girl Friday afternoon and get to spend an amazing weekend with her. I can't imagine being one of the families that no longer gets that luxury. Yeah, it's a luxury.
I think Chloe was trying to drive that point home, because she was being so damn cute all weekend.
She's pretty much a full-time walker now, and I love just watching her go.
I don't, however, love watching her climb on the coffee table and make a beeline for the stairs every chance she gets.
She gives me cuddles and hugs and kisses now. Big, wide open mouthed kisses, where you're not sure if she's going to kiss you or bite half your face. Although she makes up for some of the cuteness by hitting in the face a lot. You win some, you lose some.
She has also started doing one of the funniest things. She'll make a surprised face, and even do a quick inhale, as if someone just jumped out and startled her. She does it a lot.
Here's a blurry example:
Last night we were playing in her room, and she made the face a few times. Then she glanced across the hallway and saw the nightlight on in Madi's room. She made the face, made the noise with a little exaggeration, and acted like she saw a ghost.
Boyfriend and I were laughing so hard that I was crying, but she kept doing it. He managed to get a bit of it on video. I think it's my favorite video of Chloe ever made.
And one last favorite part of the weekend? When I went to check on her before I went to bed, I accidentally woke her up and she started crying so I took her to my room for a little while. She lay down with her head on my shoulder for 15 minutes until I put her back to bed. Occasionally she would look up and smile a little.
It was one of my favorite moments.
Oh how I love this little girl. She's the funniest, cutest person I know. She's my best buddy.
