Sarah will be two on Saturday. Already? When did that happen?
She isn't talking much, but she's willing to try and her brothers and sisters are always telling her to say something or other.
She is very expressive and usually gets what she wants, even if it includes sneaking it and going into her room to enjoy it behind a closed door. That works until she wants back out and I open the door to find her standing there with a fruit snacks wrapper in her hand. (She got a time out for that!)
I rarely get to load or unload the dishwasher without her help and she's all over the table to get at whatever is up there that interests her.
She's more outgoing than my others were (if I can remember correctly) and will walk right up to a stranger to show them the band-aid on her knee. Of course, she expects them to care and they are often kind enough to give her the attention she's seeking.
This morning, I started getting her pj's off to dress her. I took off her top, and she stepped back to take off the bottoms. I gave the last tug to help her out and then she disappeared. When she returned, she had a new diaper in her hand, her onesie was unsnapped and she went right down on her back to begin ripping off the old diaper for me! When that was done, she went to her room to get a t-shirt and shorts from her dresser. (They didn't match, but even Daniel hasn't been able to figure out how to do that.)
Sarah may be our baby, but she's convinced she's just as big as everyone else. She does a pretty good job convincing us, too!
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