This little rascal is so full of sass. She has so much personality: when she’s loving you, she loves big, and when she’s driving you crazy, she’ll drive you almost all the way there. Her likes and dislikes change every day, so we never really know which toy will be The One to keep her happy on a trip, or which snacks will keep her pacified in a restaurant so that we can eat in peace.
To say that she keeps us guessing is an understatement.
Actually, she makes us feel like brand new parents all over again, who have no idea what they’re doing, are constantly second-guessing themselves, have the sleep deprivation that comes with a newborn, but the daily exhaustion that comes with dealing with a busy and noisy toddler.
She was all dressed up the other day, and I kept thinking about how her headband was one of the ones that I made for her while I was on bed rest. But she wouldn’t smile for me, not for anything. Until she crawled over towards the edge of the bed and I yelled, “Hannah, no!” Then she turned around, smiled, and kept going.
Like I said. Sass. Lord help us.