I feel like my blog hasn't featured Vivian as much as it should, so at 10 months old, I'm going to give you all 10 things I love about Vivian.
1. She is such a mommy's girl. I mean, she loves Daddy, too. And I'm super happy that she has finally started reacting when he gets home at the end of the day and runs to him like Evelyn does. But let's be honest, Evelyn was all Steve's from the beginning, so it's nice that Vivian turns to me.
2. She is a cuddle bug! She has this adorable little way of snuggling up right under your chin, but then she will pop back up to look at you and smile. It's like she wants to know that you're happy she's there and she wants you to know she's happy to be there.
3. She loves to dance. Put some music on and she's bopping up and down, usually in her trademark stance, which is down on one knee.
4. When given the chance she will make a break directly for the stairs and be half way up before you realize she's gone. This is always interesting since Evelyn can open the door we use as a barrier.
5. When she gets to the top, she turns around and closes the gate. Safety first you know.
6. And speaking of closing the gate, nothing that opens or closes is safe. Drawers, cabinets, the DVD door...
7. When she isn't looking for things to open, she's eating paper. Toilet paper, tissues, receipts, her sister's art projects...
8. Don't try to feed her anything that she can't pick up and feed herself. This makes things like yogurt and applesauce interesting. Cottage cheese though...she will go to town!
9. She goes nuts for a soft, cozy blankie. We will often put one down on the floor and she flops right down on it and starts rolling back and forth and pulling it over herself.
10. When she gets mad, I mean really mad, she pulls off her socks. Like she's staging a protest. You're going to make me take a nap? I'm ripping my socks off and throwing them on the floor. Take that! And when she gets really, really mad. She poops.
And a bonus...
11. When she happens upon a pair of her sister's underwear on the floor, this always happens...
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