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Hi Sof! We have had a busy few months, and you are learning new things at the speed of light. Just last night I taught you how to shell peas, and although we won't become millionaires based on quantity, you have proven to be a pretty sharp little cookie. You love "futbol" -- we took you to the Toluca/Puebla game on Sunday and you sat there the entire first half, staring at the field and silently criticizing the players. I could see it in your eyes -- you were just dying to yell "My GRANDMOTHER kicks better than that!"
Speaking of Grandma, we went to visit her for Easter. You tormented the kitty cat and fed the dog all kinds of special treats. "Wow wow" and "Kitty Cat" were therefore your third and fourth words, roughly, and you say "Kitty Cat" like a Russian chain smoker with flem in his throat. We are quite sure you are the sole reason behind Lucy's sudden weight gain, and Grandma is still vacuuming up cheerios three weeks later.
You are a sweet child and you love to take care of your "babies." You only have one, but because of Aunt Donna's twins, you seem to think they are always called by the plural. You held them, by the way, even though Jack is almost as big as you are! The other night Daddy and I were looking for your one baby, and found her in a box with a book and a sippy cup. You also like to change her diaper and pat her on the back after "feeding" her your milk. Good thing I'm such a great mom, or your mimicking could be difficult to watch! (Thank you God, for not making baby dolls that come with corkscrews!)
We are planning to move to St. Louis in July, so that Grandma Bennett and Mister Dave and Uncle Brian and Aunt Lauren all get to spend more time with you. Mommy is kind of hoping their eagerness at your return will translate into some Saturday night babysitting so she and Aunt Donna can go play Megatouch for a couple of hours before falling asleep at 11.
You and your cousin Luna Alexa are like two peas in a pod now, and are even starting to look a little more alike! You still look exactly like your Daddy, but I'm okay with it. I know you're my kid based on your obsessions with both sports and Salsa, although you're already a much better dancer than I am. You can even do the "basico" of Salsa, at 19 months old!
You are quite the hostess, and when we have company you make sure everyone gets enough of the chips you've already licked and put back in the bowl.
Next steps: Potty-training and horseback-riding. Mommy might need to stock up on the red wine for both of these adventures!
