I will try and do anything Henry does. This has resulted in two bloody lips in the past week. I will probably be the first in our family to break a bone.
Unlike Henry who has never met a stranger and would willingly go with just about anybody, I have one focus when I am out in public: Do not go more than 1 cm away from my mama. And if at all possible, I will attempt to make my mother not only carry me, but my blankie and three or four baby dolls. I will smile and wave at you, but do not even think about looking at me for more than five seconds. I want to say hi to you and then promptly want you out of my space. :)

I cry when Daddy tells me no. I am training him to always give me what I want, but he doesn't know that yet.
I am going to attempt to nurse for at least another decade.
I love dolls, trains, books, chewing on crayons, and going outside. I also love to bug Henry and scream if I don't get two turns in a row.
I would like to be fed within .7 seconds of waking up. Do not try and go to bathroom before you have made me breakfast or I will wake the whole house up. And do not try and give me cold cereal for breakfast either. It must be something warm and it must come with a side of fruit-preferably blueberries. Oh, and there must also be a large sippy of milk. I would also like your banana that you just finished peeling. One banana in addition to my two full size waffles simply was not enough. Hand it over.
If there is a cup with a straw in it, it is mine. Don't try to negotiate.
Kissing noises are fun to make. Kisses are fun to give, but if you come in for a kiss and I didn't initiate I will duck my head down and you will be forced to kiss the top of my head instead. I think this is a riot.

Music makes me happy. I don't care where I am or what I was doing- if a song comes on I must dance. Please don't let me know that strangers are watching me when I do this. I will get shy and cry and then I have to cry and dance at the same time. That is almost too much work.
Evie, we love love love love love you! Sorry you are getting the poor second child treatment with no blog posts anymore! xoxo