Thursday, April 2, 2009
At 19 months, Phoebe has entered the stage where she has eyes beyond her abilities. She can run- pretty fast- especially down our long hallway and in the park. She now can climb unaided onto the couch and the dining room chairs with a "Yes I can!" attitude. She mostly wants to feed herself these days, a messy proposition, but one that fills her with pride when a spoonful of applesauce makes it all the way from the bowl to her mouth. I can see a willful streak coming my way and a glimpse of a terrible two year old who will soon inhabit my apartment. It usually comes with a forceful "NO!" when asked to sit down on that chair she's just climbed, or to drink her milk or water. This little lady does not want to be told what to do and it's always a rude awakening for her when she does not get her way. I'm happy to report that she still says 'please' and 'thank you' in sign-language, when prompted by her annoying mother. She is getting great at giving hugs and kisses and says hello to nearly everyone she passes on the street bringing smiles to doormen and postmen and old ladies alike. Phoebe is full of life with no shortage of passion for the world we encounter everyday. Yes! I adore her and NO! I won't ever stop feeling that way.