Snapshot.

Maiya loves eye contact. Sometimes she's fussy simply because she wants somebody close, looking at her, focussing on her. She gives an amazing reward when she gets that attention; her smile. She's not too fond of the Bumbo seat and would rather sit in the bouncer or, especially, in somebody's arms. She now loves to wiggle her body on the floor and listen to all of the noise her big brother can make. She loves the outdoors. An amble out to the deck will calm her instantly. We went to feed the geese at the lake yesterday, and she smiled and smiled as she listened to the geese squawk. She absolutely loves the front carrier. It's another instant calmer. She has captured our hearts with her complete dependance and I-know-what-I-want personality.

Haven suddenly and completely loves trucks. We bought him a big Tonka dump truck this weekend and he cannot get enough of it. It sits next to him at meals, it waits in his room while he sleeps. It's not a ride-on truck, but he flips up the back and scoots around on it. He loves real trucks and yells "tu! tu!" repeatedly in the car, regardless of my response. He also likes songs with hand motions and knows all of the motions for the Wheels on the Bus. He learned (and I relearned) a bunch of preschool songs at story time at the library. He puts two words together occasionally, but regardless of the size of his ever-growing vocabulary, he gets his point across! At night, he kisses everybody then walks into his bedroom. He loves Elmo - Elmo's theme song, Elmo on TV, Elmo in a book, Elmo in a store, Elmo on his shirt - he is a total Elmo boy.

My baby is a toddler and turning into a little boy. I and think about it with pride and awe.

Our days are split between story times, play groups, naps and walks outside. When Daddy comes home we celebrate, we eat and we play. This is the first time in my life that I realized each day is hauntingly similar, but I don't find myself craving something more exciting.