I call her Lolly. Levi calls her Bay or Bea (her words for baby). Luke calls her Lowies or Lala. Daddy calls her Beautiful Girl.
Whatever the nick-name, she’s adored.
I haven’t had much time to post this week, what with full days of lessons, and all. In the absence of anything fabulous or riveting to show for or say about this week, I thought I’d post pictures of Lola playing ball with Daddy at a family BBQ after we returned home from the Renaissance Faire a couple weekends ago. Because it’s always about Lola, you know.
Speaking of Lola, it’s a good thing she’s so cute. This school year is going to be challenging. Brutal, even. I’m telling you, this is not the kid who sits quietly on a blanket playing with toys. She doesn’t sit for anything. Not stickers. Not playdough. Not snacks. Not nothin’.
She just figured out that she can take off all her clothes…and her diaper (which she does all. the. time.).
My sanity-saver, the playpen? Yep. Just figured out that she can climb out. Oh. My. Word. It was only a matter of time (one day) that she would also try to climb out of her crib…and succeed. That was, of course, right after I put her in there for screaming and pulling us all off the couch when I sat down to read aloud to the boys. As if it wasn’t
hard enough impossible to read aloud to the boys as it was.
Speaking of screaming while we are trying to do something productive…we were singing our memory work songs and she was yelling ‘no’ at the top of her lungs. As soon as we stopped, she starting singing ‘happy birthday.’ Likes the limelight, that one does.
My hair will be white by the end of the year—if I have any left. Training an independent, determined, opinionated, fearless, almost 2-year-old while trying to get anything else accomplished is not fun. Not fun at all.
But isn’t she cute?