Every night, after we put The Pink One to bed, C and I occasionally spend several minutes reviewing our day. The better parts of those conversations usually end up being one or both of us mimicking The Girl and her many, many endearing behaviors.
The random and sometimes directionless pointing. At stuff. Sort of.
The very cute, very responsive “fbwah-bah bah-fwa?” questions.
The elephant-style stompcrawling she does (I’ll explain this later).
The “pay-attention-to-meeeeeeeee!!!” smile as she crawls up C’s leg, using his leg hairs as traction.
It all just comes down to this: The moment I put her to bed, I wish I could just pick her up again and hold her for the rest of the night.
