I don't blog about my kids nearly enough. Especially since I do not scrapbook, so this is kinda it. So, I was really disappointed when I realized this week that Lyla turned 19 months old and that I didn't blog about her at 18 months old like I had planned. I guess the reason why is that I don't really know what to say. All I really know to say is that it's going TOO fast. I should say size stats, Lyla was 21 pounds at her check-up. Pretty pumped she grew. She's still on the small side of the growth chart. Which is fine. After all, it would be sad if she grows up with the nickname "Lil Bit" and turns out to be a "Big Bit"... She is still the sweetest thing I have ever met, but is learning quickly how to get attention and how to get her way. Let's just say she has strong opinions. She still loves to be the baby. She loves to be carried every where still. She still loves to cuddle and is FINALLY allowing us to rock her a little before bed. She won't let herself fall asleep though. She doesn't like that. She will rock and the sit up and say "Yiunnadoe night night" (I want to go night night). She then smiles while we lay her in her crib and cover her up. It's the sweetest part of my day.
Lyla doesn't seem to have quiet as many words as C did at this point, he had almost 100. But she tries sentences a lot more than he ever did. And she will attempt any word you ask her, so if I wrote down everything she CAN say, she'd probablly be close, but she doesn't really NEED to talk, C never stops long enough to give her a chance.
Speaking of C, Lyla does EVERY SINGLE thing he does. If he jumps, she tries to jump, if he cries, she cries, if he gives me kisses, well you get the point. She ADORES him. The first thing she says in the morning is "I yunt BUBBA!" The second is "I yunt Peppa" (Peppa Pig is her MOST favorite show!) Lyla loves babies. Real or pretend. She is so sweet as she pats them and kisses them. It's really sad because she would make a great big sister, but I'm not having another baby unless I can experience it from the dads point of view. So she's out of luck. But I'm sure she will make a great babysitter someday.
Lyla is good at making me be the mom she needs me to be. She will play and play and then she needs me. And there is NO putting her off. She comes at me with those little arms stretched way up in the air or she will back into me and sit in my lap. She still sucks her two fingers so when she cuddles in your arms you remember how it was when she was oh so small.
Lyla has been going to Mothers Day Out since she was 9 months old. I didn't like doing that, but financially at the time and lack of sitters forced me to do it. But she LOVES it. She has the best and most loving teacher. She reaches for her every morning. Some mornings she cries for me, but stops before I hit the door. Picking her up is my favorite part of the day. Seeing her play with her friends then drop everything to yell "MAMA" and laugh with joy (she kinda has a crazy woman laugh that is HILARIOUS!). She then YELLS "BYE BYE" at everyone she knows. So SWEET.
Lyla is a great eater. When she is done she waves those sweet little hands in the air and says "All done" or "Ta Da!". Love it. She loves being dressed up and getting her hair brushed. She loves bows and shoes. And of course, anything that is Carsons. She is a tough little cookie. She wrestles and shoves her brother off anything she wants. She is gonna have a little fight in her. Which is fine. She won't be very big. She has a VERY mean look she can pull out when she needs it. Always handy for any girl to have I guess. She loves my phone because she can play "Bubbles". She has learned to sometimes enjoy saying "cheeeeese" for the camera. However, most of the time, never for my good one, only for my phone camera.
Lyla is becoming less shy. She is realizing that she is super cute and starting to show off a little for strangers who are willing to give her attention. It's funny. She flirts a little. No clue where she got that ;). She loves loves loves to dance and to listen to music real loud in the car. Her favorite song is "Stuck Like Glue" she sings along. It's so funny. She is VERY pigeon toed. Found out that runs in the family. My uncle said my dad was "retarded as hell" (lol) and had to wear special shoes, yes, like Forest Gump. J and I grew out of ours without special assistance. Thank goodness. She tells me when she has a wet or dirty diaper. However, I am in NO hurry for two potty trained kids, so she's stuck a while. We can barely get from point A to point B as is without stopping for C to pee, so L is just gonna have to wait. Afterall, she's only 19 months. Diapers are easy. In fact, I'm thinking about making C wear one on our drive to Galveston in a few weeks... that's bad right?...Tell me not to do that. I can just give him a bottle to go in instead. ;)
Well, I guess I had lots to say. Lyla is an angel. And growing too fast. But everytime she grows more I love her more, so I guess it's ok.
